I'm not a big nail person. I work as a nurse where you cannot have nails longer than the pad of skin on your fingers and nail varnish is forbidden because it contains sugars that support bacterial growth blah-blah-blah. Also I have naturally short stubby nails that refuse to grow long so I just leave them as they are.
When a friend gave me a manicure as a gift to say Thank-you for something recently I didn't know when to redeem it. It sat in a drawer and went out of date. I felt awful when I realised it and rang the salon and asked if they would extend it. They told me no problem, just book in that week. So I did!
I went off to the salon after I dropped the kids to school on a recent Friday that I wasn't working. I never knew there were so many things that could be done to my hands. Over the next 90minutes I was soaked and ex-foliated, buffed and shaped and massaged into hand heaven! Towards the end I was asked would I like my nails varnished. I was handed a colour wheel of glossy choice and chose a daring red. I once heard that Rolls Royce hand paint their cars with 722 layers of paint (I exaggerate, it's probably 5!) Well my nails felt like a car showroom by the time I left. There was a base coat then two layers of colour, then a topcoat. I felt glamorous and gorgeous for about 24 hours and even went shopping and pretended to try on trendy bling.
That's when I noticed the first chips. My Rolls Royce was falling apart. By that evening I admitted defeat and got out the nail varnish remover. It was fun while it lasted but I can't help thinking it must be a hard life being gorgeous all the time. Too high maintanance for my liking. I'll leave you with an appropriate bad joke...