There I was sitting in the salon chair, and suddenly there was a problem.  Tim, my hair stylist, and Rocio, the nail tech, were not happy with each other.  Tim has just finished shampooing my hair and was about to start my cut.  But while I had been waiting for my hair color to set, Rocio had started my manicure.  (Yes, it's true, I color my hair, or as I like to say, I return it to its natural color.) Problem was, Rocio and I chatted so much that she hadn't yet put on my polish.  Each had other clients arriving in 25 minutes.

The solution:  Tim would cut my hair while Rocio would paint my nails!  What? Before I could form any words and express my apprehension about the idea, they went to work.  Tim was on one side of me and Rocio was parked on the other.  After a few minutes they switched.  When Tim moved to another part of my head, Rocio ducked hair dryer chords to work on my other hand.

All I could think about was that a sudden slip of the scissors and I would look like my sister's Kindergarten photo; the one with a chunk of her bangs missing because she got creative with the scissors.  Or that a sudden slip of the nail brush and polish would be everywhere.

As I watched my personal beauty SWAT team fervently focus their talents, I was suddenly struck with a realization.  "Oh, my gosh!" I exclaimed.  Tim and Rocio immediately paused and their eyes nervously met mine in the mirror.  "With all this attention" I continued "I am soooooo living like my new nail color!"

Rocio smiled wide with agreement and exclaimed "You're right!"

"What do you mean?  What's the name of your nail color?" Tim anxiously asked.

"It's called ... I'm ... Not ... Really... a Supermodel," I dramatically announced and then quickly added "But right now I sure feel like one! Who knows, maybe I'll be in the next Sports Illustrated bathing suit edition.  My hair, height, and weight may be completely different, but you'll know it's me." We all laughed.

Who knew that when I entered the salon two hours before that I'd have a momentary feel-like-a-supermodel experience that matched my nail color?  But when it happened I grabbed it.  I knew it wouldn't last long so I let go of the apprehension I'd been feeling and savored it.  A few minutes later I walked out of the salon looking and feeling better than when I arrived, and thankful that no hair or nail polish was sacrificed in the process.

I read about a woman named Jill who got very creative about what to do about the dent on her car hood.  Instead of removing the dent, she decided to feature the boo-boo with a painted bandage.  It worked so well she was inspired to do more.  It took over a year, but she repainted her entire car with several hundred bottles of assorted nail polish!

As a quilter, she found the multi-pattern paint job to her liking.  I couldn't help but think that Jill truly is living like her nail color called Quilty As Charged!  You may not want her near your car with a bottle of polish, but you gotta admit, this story is comical.  Thanks, Jill!

"I started the day around 5:00 a.m. trying to block out a loud -mouthed argumentative husband," Rosalind's e-mail began.  Ugh, now there's someone challenged to put good in "good morning."  I kept reading.

"To brighten my own day I decided to wear a bright yellow dress with reddish-orange flowers to accent my U Rock Acapulco red nail color.  As I walked down the street I sang to myself, 'I am my sunshine,' like the O-Jays' song.

I was quite tickled by the many smiles and compliments I received throughout the day. As it turned out, I brightened up more worlds than my own, and my nail color is still cute on my teeny weenie nails!  My work day is now over and all is well. Glory!"

Wow, now there's a real Wonder Woman!  What I truly love about Rosalind's story is that she didn't let others dictate whether or not she was going to enjoy her day.  Instead, she let her nail color inspire her to make a decision to slip on a bright sundress, to put a smile on her face, and to start singing.

Living like your nail color is a decision you make every day.  That day Rosalind certainly lived like her nail color, U Rock Acapulco.  Indeed, she rocked!