When I was 25 or so, I worked for awhile in an office where all the women were obsessed with their nails. They all had fabulous manicures, most of them professional. I'd see them pass each other in the hall and nod knowingly: "Revlon Autumn Frost, right?" "Yes, but I'm tired of it -- I'm getting L'Oreal Vivid Violet tomorrow." "Oooh, I love that one!"
Well, I wasn't willing to pay for a professional manicure, and I was a writer, too, so typing made it difficult to keep my nails nice... but I did my best with what I had. I even used fakes for a few months.
And then one day when I was visiting my parents, my father was playing guitar and asked me to second for him on "Oh By Jingo," and I realized how long it had been since I'd been able to play guitar, with those long nails in the way.
And that was the end of the manicure madness for me. Long nails look pretty, but... I'd so much rather be able to DO things with my hands!
Well, I wasn't willing to pay for a professional manicure, and I was a writer, too, so typing made it difficult to keep my nails nice... but I did my best with what I had. I even used fakes for a few months.
And then one day when I was visiting my parents, my father was playing guitar and asked me to second for him on "Oh By Jingo," and I realized how long it had been since I'd been able to play guitar, with those long nails in the way.
And that was the end of the manicure madness for me. Long nails look pretty, but... I'd so much rather be able to DO things with my hands!