I’ve had a thing about my nails.
Mine are inexplicably long ever since giving birth. It means there’s more natural surface area to try out all the weird and wonderful finishes that you only find in certain nail salons. I have a very strict prerequisite for what salon I’ll take my talons to. Do they have some kind of pleasingly garish floral decoration hanging from the ceilings? Do the technicians yell at each other? Is there a microwave in the back room from which the waft of their nourishing soups comes at you? Basically, if a salon is asking me if I want a chai latte and playing a Spotify indie playlist, then I’m afraid it’s not my nail vibe.
