Caught BLACK handed...

Today I had to go to a luncheon.

(“Ug,” said the tomboy…)

In preparation for the event, I decided to polish my black boots. It had been so long between polishings that they had started to look all scuffy and grey in places (especially around the toe). Since there would be lots of older women (including my mother) at this luncheon shindig, I decided to make an attempt at looking presentable. Therefore, last night, I got out some black shoe polish and an old sock that had lost its mate (my substitute for a general lack of rags or cloth) and proceeded to “polish” away.

I was concerned about getting the polish on my hand, so I decided to stick my hand into the sock and wear it like a boot-polishing glove. At the time I thought this was a brilliant idea. That was until I removed my hand from said sock-glove and discovered:



That’s right. I dyed three of the four fingers on my right hand BLACK. The sad thing is that this picture was taken after a thorough scrubbing in the shower, two nail polish remover treatments and a somewhat lame attempt to exfoliate my hand.

Le sigh.

Unfortunately, the condition did not “clear up” overnight. Instead, my hand matched my black, shiny knee-high boots at the luncheon. I thought briefly about doing the whole glove thing, but decided that wearing gloves would only draw more attention to the fact that I am (alas!) an idiot.