Sarah O'Connor

Yesterday was a busy week, and no this isn’t another “What’s Going On?” post. I never do two of those repeatedly, I’m more so saying that so you know why I didn’t write a post last week. It wasn’t that last week was any busier than any other week, but it just felt that way. Does that make sense? Probably not, but I’m not beating myself over missing posts anymore. As long as I’m writing and at least posting on here regularly that’s the important thing!

Which brings me to this week’s blog post!

Last week I went with one of my co-workers to get our nails done. She was getting married that week and had never had a manicure or fake nails done and thought getting them done for her wedding would be fun. The last time I had gone to do anything professional to my nails was when I was seventeen and was given a manicure and pedicure at a nail salon as a gift for my grade eight graduation, and I hated every moment of it.

Alright that’s a bit of an exaggeration, I like the soak tub and the scrub that made my skin feel all smooth afterwards. I liked the colour I chose for my nails (an icy blue, which if you know me is basic, I always choose blue) and the flower design the worker put on my nails. But I wasn’t a huge fan of the filing and my absolute irrational hatred towards filing or making my cuticles look neat. It isn’t painful but it’s just uncomfortable for me, I remember being so tense that the worker working on me teased about how I was “scared” of the cuticle treatment. It wasn’t fear, just discomfort, so when my co-worker talked about getting nails done I was understandably hesitant about getting it done again. That is until I learned you can literally go inside a nail salon and just get them to paint your nails, no manicure, no cuticles, just paint. So naturally I went for the paint job, plain and simple.

My co-worker got fake nails and I watched as she got them done. I’ll never understand how people will go every two or three weeks to get it done, but you do you. What’s uncomfortable for me is a luxury to someone else. And her nails did look beautiful. It was amazing to see the work involved in putting them on, in getting them to look like natural nails. Even the painting of the nails and the design (a sparkle of silver glitter at the base of the nails) was amazing to watch. Maybe someday I’ll get fake nails put on, I know I’ll probably hate very moment of the process of getting them on, but they might be a nice little splurge for myself one day.

And even with my own little paint job I really enjoyed the experience. I can’t remember the last time I painted my nails but it was nice to get a splash of colour on them (a bluey green this time, slowly changing it up) and just enjoy the look of them even if they weren’t all that special. It’s a simple pleasure, but one I may indulge more in (though I’ll probably do it at home, where my nail polish is free).