Uh oh. So I got a call the other day from a client who's looking for “Shellac.” Well I'm sorry. Although I do now have a smattering of brand-specific “Shellac” colors, including the corresponding top and
I live under a rock. Figuratively speaking, of course. Not that I wouldn't live under a rock literally if I could find a nice enough rock. But my point is, I have no idea who you're
... you might be sitting in it for a long time before they come. I always find myself wondering why people decide to go to nail school. So many people do it for so many reasons. Many of
I spend the weekend thinking so many great thoughts for blogging, then the week starts over and I sit here wondering what all those ideas were. Someone really ought to start keeping notes — not me
I have two clients whose toenails are wrecked. We're talking some serious messed-up-ness here.Every month I scrutinize the new damage and determine whether or not the nails are even safe to work on while I answer
I've come to a reluctant truce with flares and we've been negotiating a treaty for the last year or so — we still have some fine points to work out, but thus far, flare nails and
I cannot seem to talk my clients into spending 10 minutes to write a positive review for me or the salon on Yelp ... or any other peer-review site it seems. I've posted numerous requests for reviews
I love teenage clients. Well, I traditionally have loved teenage clients. But the last two or three years now have increasingly highlighted the growing chasm between a 40-something Maggie and the 16- to 18-year-old girls from
I am not the most organized when it comes to keeping track of my receipts. I have a bank deposit bag and throughout the year I shove fistfuls of receipts into it. At the end of
I work by appointment. I have worked by appointment since I began doing nails 19 years ago. I went through all the standard growing pains of getting my service times down to what I felt was
