Freewheeling 2010

I like colour. I don't like detail.

I am not a detail's person. Probably that makes me not so successful.

I like to skim through things. Too many details bother me. That is probably why I am not a perfectionist .

It is good to be a perfectionist. I envy them. At times I feel too much of perfection

makes them look down upon others.

I like to lead my life in a happy go lucky manner. Not that it always works for me.

I like to play with colours.

My daughter loves it when I wear blue. I know the colour becomes me.Basic shades are for me. Red,green,blue,black,yellow,white. That makes for my wardobe.

Pastels are not for me. They are too feminine and not earthy enough for my character.

My colours have to be strong. They have to reflect me,not me them.

In school I had bitten nails. A sign of nervousness for sure.Remember my awkward growing days!

Then one fine day I started growing my nails. I experiment with a wide range of nail colour. Again red,blue, black, navy blue, shocking pink. I have yet to buy a green and a yellow shade.

With my husband's bright idea I experimented alternating with coordinating shades.

An off white sari will see me with red and golden nails.

A black outfit with black and gold/ silver.

My daughter finds it amusing. She is not very much for Experimenting. I let her be how she is.

I know I have Influence on her. Some day it will show