Back in my Materialistic Past, I remember the days of going to the fancy-schmancy salon to have my nails done. I had a set appointment with my favorite pro manicurist. They gave me wine. I got to pick my color from a bunch of turning columns filled with every hue in the world, it seemed. The whole process took hours.
For a long time, I had the long, fake nails - but they creeped me out after awhile, how could they be healthy? - and I stopped having "salon nails" or whatever they're called these days. That acetone is skeery.
After the fake nail chapter in my life, I had the professional manicure chapter. My nails only, nothing acrylic, but still spending time and money at the Fancy Salon to get my nails done.
Then, as my simple life progressed, I didn't want to bother with going to the Fancy Salon to do something that I knew I could do at home. On my time schedule, without spending much dinero.
I knew I could do my nails at home, I imagine most of us did back in the day. High school, college, think back, Dear Reader!
I distinctly remember drinking the new-on-the-market bottled wine coolers with my friends as we shared different colors of nail polish and walked around trying to keep our toes from touching as Robert Palmer played in the background. But I digress.
Now, I do my nails at home while I watch TV. Last night I used a fancy French Manicure Kit that I found at TJ Maxx, as Jethro Gibbs figured out on NCIS that his ex-mother-in-law was a killer. (And didn't Gina Rowlands look fabulous? Love her!)
Today my nails looks so darn good (if I do say so myself) that I keep stopping to admire my handiwork. Pardon the Pun. I promise you, this manicure is as good as anything I paid a professional to do for me.
Here's how I did it (thanks to Dramatic Makeup at YouTube for making this video and sharing it with us):