My kids are hard on shoes and pants and socks and toys. I did not intend for that sentence to go on like that but my kids are pretty hard on stuff! Heath can be pretty hard on his clothes too. It feels like he gets new clothes more often than I do. I’m pretty hard on my hands and my hands are pretty hard on the keyboard!
I have an aversion to wearing gloves. It’s hard to really feel what I’m doing when I have gloves on. So my hands are always exposed to everything. Cleaning chemicals, dirt, and lots of soap. This morning I decided to do a little pruning in the yard. Gloves were an afterthought. After I had sliced my fingers a couple times on thorns that’s when I considered the gloves. But I couldn’t find them. The only gloves I could find were my kids gardening gloves so I toughed it out for the rest of the project. At one point there was blood creeping out of my nail bed after I somehow impaled my finger on something.
Right now my nails are a funky square shape and I am ready to knock off the corners. Why do people like square nails? Since my nails are fairly short at this point the squared off tips are fairly subtle. It still bugs me. I can’t part my hair straight without the use of a comb. I can feel my nails scraping the keys as I type and I have a tendency to rub the letters off the keyboard without square nails! Forget picking my nose or anyone else’s for that matter. Not that I would but still . . . And there is no digging out dirt from under my fingernails. My little adventure in the yard today didn’t clean up as easily as I had hoped.
The other weird thing about my nails is I can feel the nail polish on them! I used to wear nail polish. In fact, every week I would repaint my nails after carefully shaping them with an emery board. This was back in the day when homework was my biggest time consuming responsibility. As I matured I traded my intense colors for simple clear lacquer.
It’s interesting that as I started typing more and handwriting less even the clear polish would chip quickly. I mostly stopped wearing colors on my nails when I would accidentally scratch my nails as I held a pencil. I don’t hold the pencil correctly if you’re wondering how that’s possible. Life kept evolving and spending so much time on my nails was not much of a priority anymore. The long nails stayed but were never painted. I become crippled if too many nails break or rip! I cannot live without my long nails.
I’ve gone back and forth with toenail polish. I’m to a point now where there has to be something there or my feet look naked! A couple months ago my friend invited me to get a pedicure with her. It was fun. Well, she’s going on a cruise this week and wanted to get a mani/pedi first. She invited me to come. I really didn’t want a manicure. What would I do with dolled up nails? But I decided to go for the whole shebang since I’ve never had a professional manicure before. Plus another friend had a manicure right before a trip to Disneyland. She had some newfangled gel or shellac or something and her nails looked awesome nearly a month later. The polish was clear and natural. That’s what I wanted.
Being a pamper virgin is a problem when you can’t remember the words. French manicure! I haven’t painted my nails in years why would I remember that the proper way of saying clear polish is French manicure! The language barrier between the professional pamperers and me was not helping. Thankfully it was understood that I wanted the red polish for my toes and not my fingernails. Somehow I ended up with a pale pink for my fingernails. I was fine with that. It’s very subtle and discreet. The gel or shellac or whatever is obviously worth the price.
My nails after playing in the dirt all morning. Not bad eh?
Ah but the best part are my toes! Not only is it a very Tristan shade of red but the lady offered to do a design. Being a sucker for upgrades I immediately said yes then asked what the extra cost would be. Only $5 for my big toes. Sold! I have to admit that after my first pedicure I thought it was fun and all but my toes were just a boring purple. I could have done that on my own! The experience was worth the price but I was slightly disappointed with my boring feet.
This is how freshly pedicured feet should look! I love the flowers. They are so cute.
It’s a little weird to think of how girly I am becoming. Which is funny to say because I am already very feminine. But now my feet and hands are coifed within an inch of their lives. I feel really good about the progress I made in the yard. It’s always nice to work and feel good about it. It’s just even nicer to know I didn’t waste my money last night. My nails still look fabulous!