Acrylic finger nails. Don’t they look totally divine?
You look down at your ageing hands and the thinning breaking nails and wonder if it’s the only action you can resort to!
You pass by those nail salons and it’s ‘that smell' that alerts you to the fact that inside busy little ladies are working on someone else’s hands.
You look down at your beaten nails.
It’s a great solution but do you dare. In the scheme of things it is not that pricey and when that important event looms you look with envy through the glass windows of the salon and decide to give it a go.
You display your short broken nails to the nail technician who starts work immediately.
Filing and applying treatments you sit in a cloud of that appalling aroma. You don’t care; you are here making life changing alterations to your body.
The nails and nail shape are decided, and then on goes the glue. The acrylic restorations are firmly attached.
It takes quite a while to get used to the look as the attendant files and polishes and then paints.
You walk out of the shop with glamorous red nails that have transformed your hands into immaculate and elegant appendages.
Of yes, you have it all.
You know that the look of the hands make the difference.
But now the fun really begins ……..
You arrive at the car and as you open the door, your brand new nail catches under the handle which practically wrenches the whole nail from your nail bed.
This is the first agonising moment of hundreds of similar agonising moments coming your way.
You aren’t used to the extra one of two centimetres at the end of your finger tips and when they catch on anything the pain is like a torture treatment. And we elect to do this for goodness sake!!!
Once, having semi navigated your hands around most functions, a couple stand out as ‘bad’ in my book.
To name a few I would say: opening car doors, contact lenses, putting on pantyhose, tampons and they also prose enormous jeopardy during lovemaking.
These small blades at the end of each finger tip will have your lover dancing around the bed on high alert.
Your hands look lovely for a while and then it all goes pear shaped when they start to grow out. Suddenly your hands require endless filing, painting, gluing and anguish as they start to look very disappointing and then it’s off to the salon for a refill.
Backwards and forwards to the salon you go and the dollars rack up.
Whilst many women love these glamorous things, I must say I really didn’t have a good experience with my acrylic nails. I think it had a lot to do with the fact I was instilling glaucoma drops in my eyes. The liquid got under the nails which made the area constantly wet and then they got infected.
By the time I worked out what in the dickens was happening, I was told to ‘get them taken off immediately’!
The salon removed the acrylic nails and the paper thin wafer lying lifelessly on the ends of my fingers had me in despair. But that was not the worst thing. Oh no!!!
The nails were so thin and diseased that they had to be entirely cut off down to the ‘moons’. Suddenly I had no finger nails at all.
So one moment I am all glam and the next I have the hands from hell. I learnt I am able to lift myself above the horrified gaze of others, with the words ‘I can’t believe I am walking around with these hideous fingernails' ringing in my ears. It takes many months to get over it, oh yes how I know!!
So my experience was not a good one, but I know others who swear by them.
I plough on with my ‘not so perfect’ nails but they are a darn side better than my post false nails let me tell you.
They are worth a try just once and you may well master the whole thing like a dream….good luck but you won’t see me sitting along side you in the nail salon that’s for sure.
I am sure Lana has a much more reassuring story to tell!!! Over to you Lana…………………
