I am a girly girl. I like makeup. I like hair and dammit I like gettin my nails did!
For years and years I had acrylics. I got my first "full set" in maybe....7th grade? They were purple and pretty white trash-tastic! Haha! I started with the clear tips, then I graduated to white tips, then to pink and whites (white acrylic for the tip and pink acrylic for the nail bed) which I wore forever because they just make me feel pretty! There's something about having my nails done that makes me feel fancy and more put together, even in sweats.
I've done overlays, shellac, gel polish, the works! I finally decided, a few months ago, to let my nails go bare...all this polishing, and shellac-ing, and especially acrylic-ing isn't good for my nails after all and sometimes they just need to breathe (not to mention it tends to get a little pricey after a while). So anyway I let them go...let them breathe...for a whole, oh i dont know, month and a half...maybe, and the VERY DAY I decided I was going to give in to my superficial urges and get my nails did I had a horrific accident!
OK so horrific may be a little dramatic but it was no fun, no fun at all! I was running around the house doing some chores before I ran my errands and decided to make my bed like a good kid. Bad idea. I went to tuck my sheets under the mattress which sits on top of a slab of particle board and a nice big sliver of particle board decided to shove its way ALL the way under my fingernail! ALL the way. Like the end of it went past my cuticle...like so...
EWW! I know! And yes...it hurt! I called my mom and then my Aunt, who is an emergency room nurse, and then my best friend who is in med-school, and then my boyfriend who was at work, and then my other best friend who was on her way to work, and then my mom again! haha! I need people to share in my misery! After much deliberation and medical advice we (mom and I) decided it'd be best for mama to come over and yank the sucker out! She showed up at my house about an hour later with a bottle of percocet, a pair of needle nose pliers, and a bottle of vodka! haha! Disinfecting power and liquid courage! Mama's are smart like that :)
So anyway we prepped it and prepped me and got it all ready to go and when she finally yanked...wouldn't you know it...the little sucker broke! It broke about halfway down under the nail so there was not much we could do.
Our options at this point were to go to the emergency room where they would probably cut through or remove my nail (ahhhh!) or to just leave it in there...keep it from getting infected and wait for it to grow out. Obviously I went for option two. It's now a month later and the little sucker is definitely still in there. It moved up to the top of my nail within the first couple days and hasn't moved much from there. I've trimmed my now ugly nail down and tried to dig the little guy out but to no avail. It never got infected, which is the good news, but I'm ready for it to be outta here!
My yucky nails had me feeling all self conscious and depressed so I've finally decided to take a good friends advice and take back my nail freedom! Rather than stress over this stick sticking out of my finger and have the constant ugly reminder of my accident staring me in the face I decided to just....
...paint over them!
I feel so pretty again! haha! My short stubby little ring fingernail there is the icky one but you'd never know it! It doesn't hurt, it isn't infected, so I'm just going to keep it covered up for a while and hope it wiggles its own way out eventually.
In the meantime I once again have pretty polished nails. They make me feel sassy!
I'm glad teals are still popular for spring. I think I got this Sonia Kashuk polish last fall. It's called "taunting teal" and I LOVE it!
excuse my sloppy late night self-done manicure.
So there you have it. I have decided to free myself from the oppression of ugly wounded nails! I will take back my manicures and the power they give me to feel fancy in big baggy sweats typing a blog at 2am! Happy polishing!
with love and "taunting teal" spirit fingers,
Katie


