Did I tell you guys I finally broke down and got fake nails? I really wanted to try wearing them after wearing my natural nails for the last 12 years or so. I decided to do it for the winter when my nails are the most brittle. I ended up getting the gel nails. I always wore them super short. After wearing them for two months, I went in last night and had them removed.
I was reminded why I hated wearing them in the first place. I loved how they looked for the first week, but by week two I always was ready for another fill in (we call it a balance in Ohio). I think fake nails should always be on point. When they start to grow out it is so obvious and looks super tacky in my opinion.
The other thing I hated was all of that grinding and sanding of my delicate nail bed. My fingers felt assaulted at the end of every fill in. And even though they looked good, I knew it was not good for me.
The cost was also prohibitive. I can not get a manicure if I want. But I can NOT not get a fill in. I literally had to add nails to my budget, whereas before it was just a nicety that I would get when I had some extra cash. With my new ride (which I have still yet to name) I needed to reduce any extras in my budget.
All of those things considered and that is still not the reason I got rid of the nails.
The last time I got a fill in, a young dude did my nails. He was a nice enough guy. Made small talk. Cracked jokes with me. And my nails looked absolutely the best ever when he did them. Seriously, they looked great. But…His.Hands.Were.Sweaty!
Oh. It was gross. Like, I can’t even tell you how gross it was. I was completely skeeved. And knowing that he is the main guy for acrylics and gel nails, I knew I’d have to encounter him again. Plus, he likes me so I know he’d probably end up getting him again. I just couldn’t put myself through that. I love my nail shop and I have no interest in finding a new one. So the fake nails had to go.
Last night I went in and had them removed. Everyone was shocked. The Owner, the Old Lady (that’s what I call her) and Sweaty. I told them I loved the nails but I just wanted to go back to natural.
I didn’t have the heart to tell Sweaty I didn’t want his clammy paws on me ever again.