Most of you who read my blog know I have this thing for rings but this is nothing new. So, here comes the true story about the rings. When I was very young from 3-5 years old I spent every Thursday with my mother's sister. Now, my family is huge. I have 10 maternal and paternal aunts all related by consanguinity. The men in my family either die soon or just were not born in our family. Thursdays were for my aunt every Thursday my aunt would pick me up we would wear matching dresses do a little shopping pick up my mom for lunch then head back to my aunt's house so she could start doing some craft but she had several wigs and a jewelry box full of rings. So, we would just sit in her room and she would show me stuff or look at patterns for dresses we would wear rings and one of her wigs. It is a good memory that came to me during a therapy session. Now, here comes the funny part it was Thanksgiving and we had about 25 people at my grandmother's house and my aunt was wearing a wig. So, at some point I went and pulled her wig off and said it is my turn to wear the wig. Oh, my gosh, she ran to the bathroom and my mom grabbed my hand and took me to another room and explained that what my aunt and I did was only play and to be done only when we were playing in her room. I don't remember what happened after that but we didn't play with the wigs anymore just the rings. So, I have always had a thing for rings. My sister gave me this one and when I saw it I decided to do a matching mani.
I used OPI's Bling Dynasty, Konad plate M57, black Konad polish and dotted with OPI Smoking in Havana.
Ciao for now,
Patty
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