I can – and will – admit it.
Oh – wait – add to that – I’m lazy!
Since I was 16 years of age I have scrimped, schemed, strategized – all toward one end.
To get my nails done.
Why, pray tell, you may ask.
Well… ’cause they’re pretty… and they’re strong… and they don’t break… and they’re pretty… and I don’t have to do the work myself!
Honestly – there are all sorts of amazing things you can do when you’ve got super reinforced amazingly strong nails!
You can open all sorts of packages.
They’re great for… okay, maybe not all sorts of things. Maybe just the packages thing! LOL!
In the nearly 30 years since I was 16 – there have been brief periods of time when I did not have my nails done professionally – usually when I was poorer than poor. You know, when I worked in full time ministry – and made something like $2000 a year and lived on carrots, bagels, and baked potatoes.
Shortly after John and I got married I let them grow out – there was a snafu in scheduling with my nail tech just days before the wedding – and they weren’t able to give me a fill. Technically – my nails were a mess on my wedding day. I, of course, was the only one (well, and my nail tech) to really be aware of it. Life went on. Anyway – let them grow out… I managed to live life successfully without them (see! It can be done!) and eventually decided to have them put back on again – I think under the auspices of needing to appear more professional for work.
Did you know that some women have more meaningful relationships with their nail tech than they do with their own family members? It’s true! I’ve seen it frequently in the salon – it’s a little frightening. But, suffice it to say, that Tina – my nail tech, who has been doing my nails for EIGHT years – and I have lived through some life together. After eight years, she may as well be honorary family!
I mean – she’d just immigrated from Viet Nam months before I met her. I was still more than a year before my DS surgery – so a super, super morbidly obese woman who was barely able to ambulate at all – at yet she treated me like a queen. She met a guy, developed a meaningful relationship with him, got engaged – and married. She’s had three babies – I was the first one to know she’d just taken the pregnancy test – and it was positive, much to her surprise – for the baby just born in April! I’ve helped her with her homework. She’s opened her own salon. She loved it when Grammy, Mom, Jessica, and I – on occasion – would all come in for a fun spa experience. She lovingly did my Mom’s manicures and pedicures – even knee deep into Mom’s dementia. And she every now and then will look up and quietly say, “I still miss her, do you still miss your Mom?” Yes, I do.
It’s always so funny when I call, she’ll answer, “Tips ‘n Toes, how may I help you?” I’ll say, “Tina, this is Dina!” And she’ll laugh and say, “Can you come in now?” She knows that I never plan ahead and always desperately need a fill – about a week before my call!
BUT – it ain’t cheap…
And with the economy being what it is…
And we’ve decidedly felt the pinch…
We realized we were going to have to find some things to do without…
It was then that I realized a pivotal truth:
I can live without getting my nails done professionally.
I can’t believe I typed that and didn’t even flinch! So it must be true!
So tonight – I made a step toward cutting back – literally.
(Boy am I overdue for a fill!)
I dug through my nail kit – cause I’ve got all sorts of nail type tools and stuff – I used to go and do Mom’s nails when it was no longer safe nor advisable to take her out to get them done professionally. My first question was: which tool? I mean, I’ve got some honking nails on there!
I tried the one on the left first – it looked pretty heavy duty. I wasn’t strong enough.
So I tried the one on the right next – still, too wimpy!
I decided to give the nail clippers a go – and you know what? They actually worked – pretty easily! See?
Okay – they do look pretty awful, but I’ve decided I’m just going to let the acrylic grow out and keep trying to file it down as it grows out.
I should confide in you the fact that I am perhaps the world’s worst nail painter. But being that I happen to actually have some nail polish in my stash of stuff, I may break down and try doing that in the coming weeks – all by myself.
In the hour or so since I cut my nails down I’ve realized something kind of interesting.
It’s WAY easier to type! It’s been so long since I’ve had nails this short that I’d kind of forgotten this might be a factor!
Now it’s got me wondering if I’ll be able to pick up the communion wafer without embarrassing incident this coming Sunday… hmmm… there may well be some benefit here beyond financial!