The deal with black toenail polish

Every September, I break out the black toenail polish.  This is quite a departure for me...generally I am a light pink polish or maybe a 'French' polish kind of girl.  Very rarely do I venture out into the depths of brightly colored hands or feet.

Unless it is September.

For the past few years, this has become important.  It is (in part) to keep a memory alive. But more than that it is to celebrate the life of a young girl named Brit.

2 years ago one of my dear friends lost his daughter, Brit, to cancer. I wrote about it here.  It was (and is) horrible. The emptiness of her loss can never be replaced; but maybe we can celebrate what she meant to so many with something as silly as black toenail polish.

When I met Brit, the one thing I remember was her fingernail polish...black, dark unmistakable BLACK.  It was her thing, her signature.  I get that.  I understand having your "thing"...and to Brit, the black fingernail polish was her thing.  In every picture I've ever seen of her, I also see the black fingernail polish.  I love it. 

At Brit's funeral I noticed almost every woman there (and some guys) had black fingernails or toenails.  I was no exception. I had purchased some new black fingernail polish that I intended to take to her in the hospital.  That visit never happened.

Now every September I break out the black toenail polish and get to painting.  This year, I purchased a new bottle that is called "Never Enough Shoes" (OPI for Sephora).  I am in love! The perfect mix of Brit's black polish, and my (over-exuberant) love for shoes.  Absolutely Perfect!

So tonight, in celebration of Brit, Anya and I got to painting our toes.  A perfect black with sparkles!

CHALLENGE

I would like to challenge all of your fashionistas out there to consider painting your toenails black this September.  And when you do think about Brit, and say a little prayer for her family.