It’s not about the nail polish

DSC_0127About a month ago in my usual post school pick up dash; I raced into the nearby shopping mall to pick up yet another last minute “Must have it for school tomorrow Mummy” item. April, Calvin & Mackenzie all in tow. Target was the destination. As we ducked in an out of isles to try find what we were after I spotted this cute little nail polish. Of course I wasn’t there to buy it but, it made it’s way into my basket.

At the checkout I got the usual “would you like to buy a bag for 10 cents?”. I glance at my purchases. A bottle of polish, a box of Christmas baubles and 8 hands among us to carry it. Politely I declined and we headed off. Charging back though the mall to the chemist to pick something up we race in, grab what we needed, pay at the counter and bolt towards the car.

Arriving home, I realized that my ‘soon to make my feet all summery’ nail polish was nowhere to be seen. Replaying the dash though the shops in my head it dawned on me that at the chemist I placed the polish on the counter to pay for my other goodies and proceeded it leave it there. Yes. Right there on the counter.

Several weeks had passed and to be honest I had given up on the polish and since bought another. Today I was back at the same shopping mall, yet again dashing about at great rates of knots to run my errands. Racing past the Chemist I stopped and backtracked a few meters. Would they happen to have my polish? It can’t hurt to ask I thought. Walking in I felt a little foolish but asked politely whether on the off chance someone might have remembered it. They were kind enough to search the front counter but came up with nothing. Another lady working at the chemist made her way to the front wondering what we were all up to. “Oh I remember an odd nail polish. It wasn’t our brand so we put it out the back” She heads back and comes out carrying the small bottle “Is this the one?”.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was that same $12 nail polish I had left on the counter what would have been 5 weeks ago. “Take a Picture! Take a Picture!” April, Calvin and Mackenzie started jumping up and down with excitement. By now several staff were around us wondering what all the fuss is about. I was a little embarrassed about their raucousness and politely dismissed it and saying “Oh I’m doing this Project Life thing. Photo a day and then I put it in an album” expecting complete disinterest or just a blank look .

“Is it about the kids?” asks the lady who had brought my nail polish out?. “We are trying“ she says placing her hand longingly over her belly. “Well not really” I continued, “It’s more a document about our family. About the big and little things that make up our every day lives. Not just the kids” Her face lit up “so do you have pictures or a website?” “I use this thing called Becky Higgins Project Life” my embarrassment was fading fast. “In fact as it turns out I was selected this year to be on the Becky Higgins Creative Team and yes I do have a website” I flicked out my phone and showed her a page of my blog. Scrolling through she told me how wonderful she thought it was, and how she herself was a “quite crafty” and that this could be something she may enjoy to “get back into it”.

I told her to google Becky Higgins Project Life, which she promptly wrote on a piece of paper and placed it folded over into her pocket. I thanked her for my nail polish said goodbye and left.

But you know, it’s not about the nail polish and it’s not about Project Life either, it’s about the fact that in the simplest way you can touch another person’s life. Like she did mine and I did hers. I left with a beaming smile on my face knowing that the encounter gave her something small to look forward to and hoping she may give Project Life a go and that her dream to have a child comes true and she too may include her kids in it one day.

I like it that things don’t always turn out the way you expect them to.

Thanks For Dropping In

Petra

 

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