I polished my own nails!
Yes, believe it or not, I accomplished this almost impossible feat. On Friday I set out on my lunch break, intent on getting the lovely manicure/pedicure combo that saves my nails from their hideous natural state. It was not to be, since one tiny shop was packed to the gills with anxious women just dying to have their nails worked over, and after spending a pleasant 10 minutes reading Us Magazine, I stomped out of there in search of a place that could take me in a more timely manner. Alas, I did not have the cash required of the spa-like establishment nearby (they wanted to charge me 12 freaking buckaroos), so I had to leave in disgrace, with no treatment and naked nails.
This was an emergency since I am going to be a bridesmaid in a good friend’s wedding tomorrow and couldn’t possibly allow my hands to be photographed that way. I therefore bit the bullet and actually applied polish myself.
You don’t understand how amazing this is. I have become a cliche, overly dependent on a series of foreign manicurists and convinced I had neither the time nor the talent to properly buff, file, massage and ultimately apply a base coat and two coats of color to my nails. Having been forced to do this however, I realized that I had been brainwashed by the obsessively consumerist culture and lost faith in my natural abilities.
I think I will next attempt to do my own pedicure. It’s a daring, almost dangerous idea, but you have to go out on a limb sometimes, right?
Oh yeah, I also started my new job this week. It’s going well and I’m proud of how I did. But I have to admit I’m just a wee smidgen prouder of my homegrown and heimish manicure.