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I’m going to get a bit shallow here.  No matter how much of a good, caring, giving, thoughtful, unselfish person we might fancy ourselves to be, there is always a part of us that is vain or snobbish about something in our lives.  For me, that would be face, hair, nails; which is pretty ironic since I hardly ever primp over my appearance and that pic of me to the right was pretty much a fluke.  It was snapped in an effort to capture a moment in my history, which was one of the very few times in my life that I had my hair willingly cut above the shoulders.  When I do put makeup on, I pay careful attention to it’s application.  I fancy myself the accomplished artist using the tools of the trade to enhance my familiar feminine features into a composition of beauty; and even as I do, realize that the beauty part of it has long since vanished into the magical mist of the times past.

SHALLOW   POSTURING   ALERT!!!!

So, today I’m going to ramble on and on about nails.  More because this is quite a big thing for me… having polishable nails, that is.

All my life, I’ve been a compulsive nail and skin-around-the-nail biter (thank goodness no pics).  My mom, and later myself, tried all sorts of products, but nothing worked and that pepper stuff was nothing to bite through once I got used to the taste.  So for fifty years, the notion of having nice (and forget about long) nails totally eluded my consciousness.  Oh, I was licensed at one time as a manicurist and trained in the art of applying different types of acrylic nails, but I could never, ever grow my own.  For about  three years I maintained the fake stuff, but gave it up because it’s really not healthy for the nail, itself.  All the “buffing” is really doing is filing away your own nail, actually making it weaker and weaker.  When you first apply acrylic nails, they can stay on for up to three weeks, but then with each successive re-gluing and maintenance, they stay on for shorter and shorter periods of time.  What’s really bad is that when the nail lifts up, a gap is formed where moisture gets in, and if left unattended to, green mold and fungus can grow in there and really mess up your nails.  Nah.  I can’t even bring myself to start a business around it now.  I can’t seem to get myself to promote something that can really mess up a person’s nails, no matter how much I need the money.  Seems silly because no matter what you tell people, they will still want to pay a LOT of money to do this to their nails.  Maybe some day I’ll get over my scruples and start something up.

So, I am almost halfway through my fiftieth year and quite unexpectedly my nails have decided to make their presence known.  Wow.  Despite my above lecture on the evils of acrylic nails, sometimes for an occasion, I’ll give myself a quick nail job.  The easiest and cheapest method is to just go and buy the kit that has whole nail pieces.  You simply measure up nails for each finger, file down to customize, glue into place and you’re all set. Well, I put on a set for our trip to Florida this past August.  We were there a week and I had perfect nails… I was loath to have my FL SIL see my non nailed fingers.  I mean, they were freakishly abnormal, so I faked it.  After our visit, I just let the nails come off by themselves.  A weird thing happened, though.  They just started growing!  Wow!  I have no idea where this will go, but so far, we are here:

Fifty years in the making...

I’m tickled blue!

Which brings me to my love affair with $1.99 nail polish and Midnight Blue #105.  Ho HO~!  Since September I’ve been purchasing a color here and there of Sinful Colors nail polish from my local Walgreen’s.  (pic below)  Notice my color choices are ummm a wee bit unconventional.  Thanks to my knitting buddy, Hillary, who has inspired my old self to wear beautiful, yet non-traditional colors out in the open.  She wears blue on her nails quite a bit and has blue in her hair… Loverly!

Old polish that still looks pretty good.
New polish purchased between August and today.

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My fear is that one day, hopefully not soon, one of my new nails will break and then, as is inevitable, all the others will either break away in grief or I’ll bite all of them down again succumbing to my anal compulsions.  It’s happened before. One gets a little chip or break, then I put it into my mouth to juuust even it out, then before you know it, bitten down to the quick and almost simultaneously, the remaining nine follow suit and I’m back where I started.  I’m not going to attempt a deeper probe into my psyche in a bid to analyze the reasoning behind this.

Okay, so I feel that I’ve said enough and have succeeded in sealing the fate of my already shaky reputation, so I’ll stop it here and spare anyone who has managed to get this far. In consolation I offer up the promise of another post coming soon.  I’ve been trying to write down my ideas as they come and one did present itself just yesterday.  I recently won a contest and received my prize and will share more tomorrow…..

Peace!

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