My mom always asks me to see what my new nail set looks like whenever I travel back home to visit my parents in my sleepy hometown.
My nails this time are covered in a baby blue hue overlaid with bright red airbrushed abstract cherries. I typically love an almond-shaped nail with pretty minimal feminine and delicate detailing. I hold my soft, unburdened by-labor hands out to hers, which have weathered the experiences of cuts, burns and age.
