When I started my current job back in August I swore I would keep my nails looking fantastic. Every night they take a beating and I figured with regular trips to the nail salon across the street from work I could still have nice, short, shaped nails.
This was followed through for a few weeks, then I stopped going.
I miss it.
For awhile I made sure they were presentable at home, I even bought a few bottles of my favorite new OPI colors but just now I realise I’ve been peeling off the ends and they are all random lengths. Ick. I need to just chop them all off super short and start from scratch I guess.
The thing is, no matter how much I like getting my nails done, I hate talking when I’m trying to relax. The same goes when I get my hair cut- this is a huge reason I like my sister (yes, she is a stylist) to do it, I don’t have to talk, I can just sit. And be. And it looks great when I’m done. I don’t have to do any work. I hate being at a salon and feeling like I’m not doing my part by chatting up the stylist, I especially hate listening to everyone around me. Shut the hell up people, I want to fucking relax. Stylist as therapist. Please, get a therapist.
Bringing this back to nail salons. I don’t have to talk much at the nail salon, but it does seem strange sitting face to face with someone in silence. I feel like I’m supposed to talk. You can’t flip through a magazine while soaking your nails, you just sit. I like it. I pick a color, I know where to go to wash my hands and how long to dip the paraffin, I can usually be in and out in half an hour. Not many luxuries under $20 in half an hour.
I need to get back into a routine, put it back in the budget. My nails need it and I need it. 30 minutes of scheduled silence, no matter how uncomfortable it may be.