One of the hazards of being a woman...
Maybe I should just give in a have my nails done professionally but for one thing, I can't afford it. Also, there's the fact that when I was younger, I always did them by myself and somehow I never felt self-conscious. For all I know, doing one's own nail polish is one of those things that have baffled me since I became single again like the pussy shaving fad...hell, even men are taking razors down there. I would have thought that a man would consider shaving below the neck far too much effort. Anyway, I have no idea about such things...hell, I still use those pink spongy hair curlers. I'm sick of burning my neck with curling irons. The neck is very sensitive to the searing heat produced by electrified appliances. Over the years, I imagine that I've affected all of my neck skin with second degree burns... mainly in the forms of long, straight burns. And I gotta tell you, I'd rather break a leg than deal with the pain of the burn. That pain sticks around for a bit and I'm forced to walk around, holding an ice pack or two, for hours until the pain goes away enough to tolerate going ice-less.
Well, back to my fingernails, the sheet impressions are nothing that can't be fixed with another coat of clear nail polish. I have my clear, all I need is for my fingers to take a break. I'm surprised that they haven't given up yet because, as I can easily see by looking at them, they seem to be holding water. I didn't even know that your hands could do that. I think I could show it to you...BRB.
See? My fingers are fat, aren't they? No other part of me is swelling up like my hands are.
Fat, thin or in between, my nails are going to be nicely painted...now.