It was sometime in junior high or high school that my mom and my sister and I started the tradition of painting our toenails at the beginning of Spring Break vacations. We lived in a place where the snowbanks hadn’t melted by March, so our toes wouldn’t have seen the light of day since the previous summer. And if our vacation meant warm weather (or better yet: warm weather and a beach somewhere!), our toes were about to go dancing through the sand, so they deserved to get dressed up.
It was a celebration, the annual Painting of the Toenails, and the tradition has carried over and expanded to include any warm-weather vacation.
I mention it because I’ve just painted my toenails!
Our Hawai’i vacation is looming, I’ve already packed my swimsuits and snorkel gear, and my toenails are now the shade of turquoise that will match them. My mother calls it An Outfit (capital-O) when things match—and my toenails are now ready to be part of An Outfit, in combination with any of half a dozen swimsuits.
If I were a famous person being written about in a gossip magazine, they would call it my “signature color.” Since I’m not famous, I’m just a person who is weirdly, obsessively consistent in her color-choices.
Except for one slice of yellow shirts that I have to wear for work (blech), my entire closet is shades of turquoise and teal. Really. All of it. I don’t just mean I like that color and have some shirts that color. I mean I generally won’t buy a shirt that doesn’t come in that color-range.
There are a number of benefits of being weirdly, obsessively consistent with color.

When I find a cute and comfortable shoe, it will go with everything. The rose-gold and turquoise sea turtle necklace? Goes with everything. When I found the perfect cross-body bag for travel, it goes with everything. My turquoise toenails will go with everything.
The list goes on and on, because everything goes with everything.
It simplifies a lot of things, really. It’s easy to shop, to pack for a trip, to get dressed in the morning. I’m particularly focused on that “packing-for-a-trip” angle right now, with our departure-date nearing. As I wrote in my book, A Travel Tutorial for the Rookie Adventurer, working with a mix-and-match color palette gives you more options with fewer items—which is just what you want in your travel wardrobe.
This morning saw a flurry of pre-packing tryings-on of various things, and celebratory slam-dunking of a number of items into the Goodwill give-away bag for happy reasons (meaning: weight loss). I was aiming for nineteen-pounds-down by the time we went on this trip. With a few days yet to go, I’m at seventeen-down, and pretty damn happy about it!
This morning, just for fun (and because apparently I CAN!) I put on my wedding dress. You’ll never guess what color… Okay, you might not guess, because I made an exception and got married in royal blue.
This is me waiting in the church nursery, where I swear the world’s SLOWEST clock resides. I practically threw myself down the aisle when I finally got sprung loose.
I may have been eager.
Ten years later, I may still be eager.
I am definitely eager for Friday to arrive, and airplanes, and the airplane door opening in Kona and the whoosh of island air coming in…
My anticipation is so keen it’s almost sensory.
My turquoise-painted toes are ready to touch down, because I will be joyfully barefoot for ten days. Clad in turquoise and barefoot—my natural state.






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