I had that new Shellac put on for my son’s 18th party (actually, in truth because the little one had a party at the shopping centre and I had to fill a couple of hours) and that lasted 4 weeks. Which I reckon was pretty good. The colours aren’t quite as perfect my Chanel, which is a down side, but the lack of chipping – even when scrubbing baking dishes - is well worth the compromise.
But the gel had to come off, so I signed up to get that done and the new nail wraps put on. They’re like stickers that need to be heated and then applied with pressure using a little rubber instrument.
It’s taken me a few days to get used to them. At a glance, it does look like my nails have been ripped from their cosy, warm little beds and replaced with slim pieces of metal.
Willy at work suggested I could perform surgery bare-handed. I suggested I could slit his throat with one flick of my finger – Terminator style.
[We have that kind of relationship. We used to work together – in truth, I was his boss. One day he decided to ‘Reply All’ to an all-staff email asking if anyone had any work experience kids because they needed some menial help.
“Mother Who Works could help. She’s not very good but what she lacks in ability, she makes up with enthusiasm.”
In revenge, I also hit ‘Reply All’ with:
“Willy, you’re fired.”]
I think I like them…what do you reckon? Cool? Or creepy?
