Nail Polish... Ice. The first time she asked me to pick "Ice" up for her at the store I was confused. At that time she was able to explain it to me. She wanted fingernail polish called Ice, she was out of it. Now, if you know Cathy, you know that she did not wear alot of fingernail polish. This all started last year. Last year she went out to Georgia to visit her sister, who was stationed in the Army there. I remember her showing me her nails before she left. She was excited about this trip, her aunt & niece were also going with her. Since the trip she has progressed to putting the polish on in spurts. Since early summer this year it has gotten much worse. If it is a day that it is on her mind she may remove it 3-4 times a day. And then touch it up every hour or so... whenever the idea pops into her head.
After she visits I will see it around my house. A little pink nail polish on the fridge handle, on a fork she took out of the dishwasher, on the coffee table, or any random place. It does make me smile & think of her. Just look at the bottles in the picture above... see all the polish on the lids?
These were just sitting on her dresser at home.
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