If you’ve ever met me you may or may not have noticed my hands. I have small, square little hands with no nails. That doesn’t bug me, I think my hands are fine. My sister and mom both have long, lovely slender hands and long fingernails that seem to grow effortlessly.
Because I work with my hands and wash them constantly (hello swine flu/hepatitis/yellow fever/monkey pox) my little nails don’t stand a chance. They split and break below the quick. I worked with some women last week who talked me into trying gel nails to armor plate them. So today I went for it. I had tips and gel done, I must be the only one who makes the manicurist put on nails this short.
I’m hoping they look ok to others, because the look totally odd to me. Bang, there they are. I now have to try to figure out how to use my hands all over again. I’ve tested out typing and eating cookies. Both are good to go. I have to work tomorrow, so I’ll see if it’s possible for me to work with these armor talons. If not, they’re history next week. I also learned that while most things in California are more expensive than most other places, manicures are super cheap compared with some places I’ve been. Hurrah for competition!
I just hope they don’t look too stripper-y…