My Nail Story
A couple of months ago I had my nails done. Never had fake nails before, I was excited. They still did not look like I wanted them too or what I told the skinny old woman with a mole on her chin what I wanted.
Simple American french manicure acrylics! Ms. Chow or How or Cow.... whatever, starts to get the super white very square tips, I told her no no the clearer oval AMERICAN!! she said, "ahhh you like natural, si si.." I said, "yi yi!" Ms. Chow or How, gets them on and leaves them square. I paid not happily I might add and go home to file them round, they are ok.
A couple of weeks later I go for a fill. A man does it. He does a crap of a job. So now its two weeks later. I decide to not pay someone to do my nails, when I end up fixing them after the fact. I run to that store, yes WAL-MART! Buy the acrylic nail kit.
Attempting to do this myself. I soak the old nails trying to get them off. I started this at 10:00 am. I got completely done at 5:30 pm. I decided it is so worth paying an old moley woman who is cussing at me in a language I can't understand to do it in 30 minutes and rubs my feet. Than for me to piss and moan because I am so disgusted with myself that I refuse to waste these really bad ones that I did... and rip and soak them off too.
I guess I will deal with it for a month. Sometimes you have to grin and bear it. I owe Ms. Chow, How, Cow? whatever .... I owe her a big tip, and a thank you next time!
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Great story! I loved reading it. Isn't it funny how sometimes the things that we think aren't worth it are suddenly more than worth it?
ReplyDeleteBesides, I'm sure you're being way too hard on yourself. The nails probably look fine, but being a woman, you are over-analyzing them because they are on your fingers and not someone else's. : )
ha maybe so
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