Being married to Coach is a constant battle. A battle of the wits and a battle with keeping him full. I've tried very hard in 2012 (hey, it's been over 6 weeks!) to pay attention to what's important to him. So the meals have been pretty rocking and well, there's this one other thing.
I am a very consistent dresser. Modest and simple with some huge jewelry. Lip gloss and the same perfume. Done and done. But Coach, well, he's a Jersey boy. I think he would love it if I busted out some cheetah print and high heels. It's not ever happening, but we can let him hope.
In any case one thing he is really fired up about it colored nail polish. 100% out of my comfort zone. I have been alternating between clear/American mani/Essie Bubble Bath for as long as I can remember. All of which look like I have nothing on my nails. I keep them short-ish and simple.
He asked. So I am trying. Every morning I wake up, get a glimpse of them and shudder. One morning last week I thought my hands were bleeding. That's how much of a chasm it was for me to cross. But the other morning he brought me a drink in bed when I woke up. So it appears that we are *attempting to* meet in the middle. Here's what I have managed to do this year. I have a bottle of Chanel Blue Satin that he's jonesing for. But he's going to have wait, that might make my heart stop.