Neurotic but with Nicer Nails

Beautiful Readers,

Sometimes you just gotta have a nervous habit. Over the years some of mine have included, too much shopping, nervous eating, nervous eating of something in particular like chocolate or a hundred little teeny slices of cake, nail biting, undue fascination with being thin, obsessive split-end trimming, and recently, a mild obsession with fake nails, filing them down, prying them up a little, gluing them back down again, and sometimes replacing them. 

It all started out innocently enough. On a recent trip out to my mom's place in NJ, I visited a nail salon there, and was convinced by the 23 year old hipster Vietnamese male owner that my normally thin and short nails would look great with the application of UV gel. They'd be longer, stronger, and gee whiz, they'd look perfect for weeks, unlike the three day disappointment of most salon visits. 

He did a very good job applying coat upon coat of powder and gel over the polish I had selected. In between layers of goo, he placed my plastic coated fake talons inside the little UV light box next to me. An hour or so later, Voila, better nails than I have ever had in my life, a little thicker than my own, they didn't look entirely natural, but they were stuck to my fingers with a tenacity that felt like it would last. Buh-bye for two weeks nail salon!

So four days later I chipped one. Which might be explained by my wiggling the corner of it back and forth between my teeth all day. Hm mm....I couldn't get back to the place in NJ to ask them to fix it, so I tried my luck with a non-descript place in my Brooklyn neighborhood called Polish Nails. I love this name. For the longest time I believed it was a Polish owned nail salon. It seemed so exotic. But after going inside I discovered that it was Korean owned, and realized the Poh-lish, Pah-lish pronunciation thing had tripped me up, and that they were probably referring to the stuff that goes on nails.

In any case, after half an hour of being fast-talked by the desperate seeming owner (nearly empty salon)who quickly whisked away my raincoat so I couldn't escape so easily, I finally made out that UV gel was something that they didn't really do at Polish Nails, but that the eager owner was trying to sell me on some other kind of wrap or something that she was sure would be just as good. Better even, she explained animatedly, because it wouldn't make my nails all--I guess the word she used was messy, but not any ordinary kind of messy, the face she made conjured images of some combination of acid and sandpaper reeking havoc underneath my UV coated nails. 

But I was true to UV coating. Now that I had been initiated into the Cadillac of nail services (and had 9 perfect digits to prove it) I really couldn't go back to a more pedestrian kind of nail covering. So I left. I also left my Blackberry there because I was in such a hurry to get out.

After returning to get the Blackberry, I hung my head low and went to Dashing Diva. Dashing Diva for those of you who don't know is the Pretty Pretty Princess of nail salons. Everything is nicely designed and glassy pink inside-part Magic Kingdom, part 1950s fantasy salon (the staff wear white lab coats). Dashing Diva also charges twice as much for everything they do as other nail salons, and I have discovered very little difference in quality.

But they have UV gel. So I spent an hour with Angela, who after impressing me thoroughly with how realistic her own French Tipped UV gel nails looked, got me to have all my red ones removed and try UV french tips. Angela was a perfectionist. Really. It was great. If you have the time,  that's exactly what you want in a nail technician. I was amazed by her delicacy as she painted the gel so carefully again and again over the crescent moons of the french tips. All I could think was that after a long day of doing such precising work she must want to run around a lot once she gets home.

Then those nails began to come up on the edges. I returned to Angela three days later to have two replaced (which she did for free and with the same care with which she had put them on the first time) . The next day a fourth one fell off, so I decided to keep the detatched nail in my purse, and take matters into my own hands (so to speak). I would buy some nail glue and reapply it. If I was going to be a UV gel lifer, I should have all the necessary equipment at home.

CVS only carried nail glue in packages with fake nails. Aha! I thought, I could buy fake nails with french tips that looked just like the UV gel nails so that if one got broken or fell off I could temporarily replace it. The nail kit only cost $8 as opposed to the $60 I would be spending to get the UV nails done every two weeks--It would be great if I could extend that time a little just by applying the occasional fake nail at home!

And then it came to me... UV gel nails look exactly the same as fake nails. But it couldn't be so! There had to be something super special about having a coating that was set under a purple light, cost $60 and took an hour to apply! As much as I wanted to believe that the artistry involved in applying the UV gels and powders made for a more natural or elegant looking product--it just didn't. The fake nails looked exactly the same as the one hour to apply $60 UV nails.

So now I have fake nails. They look great. If one gets chipped I peel it off and in two minutes I have replaced it. They come in packs of, like,100. They protect my nails which seem to be growing remarkably well underneath. Not only do I feel virtuous in a recession-era kind of way by gluing my nails on at home instead of going to a salon, but I have got myself a fine new nervous habit that I am all in all quite satisfied with. I play around with the fake nails when I'm bored, I take them off it they are looking dull, I file them, and I replace them often.

Thanks for reading,

Alix Florio     President    

Beautiful Fitness

Comments

[fake nails]

Thanks for reading,

[Jnet]

Great post!!!!!! I was thinking to get UV gel nails, now I am buying fake ones )))