Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
OK, OK ... Yes. Those are my nails in the last post! And yes, they are reprehensible! For starters, my nails are almost never done anymore. Because in my other life, I do things like: play in
OK, OK ... Yes. Those are my nails in the last post! And yes, they are reprehensible!
For starters, my nails are almost never done anymore. Because in my other life, I do things like:

play in the mud with dogs,
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hike,

camp,

canoe,

garden,

bake (sourdough bread. No, I do not use a bread machine, and yes, I still knead by hand.),

cook in Dutch ovens over open fires ...
Doing my nails is not the problem — it's keeping them done. They are, however, usually better manicured.
The photo only shows three nails done, and not all that well because I was testing three different gel polish formulas against each other. One is an all-gel formula, one is a "hybrid" formula that contain solvents, and one is a layering technique using traditional polish and gel polish base and top coats.
The photo was taken one day shy of two weeks. It is unfair to blame the damage on the middle finger on the product/technique because I forgot I was trying to wear the polishes like a "normal" person and used that finger to try to scrub out a dish with acetone — ooops. Other than that, that finger wore just as well as the others.
But, seeing as how I try to keep a zombie-free salon environment, I didn't have any photos of the pose I was discussing. I had to come up with an example in a hurry, and that meant showing off my own hand without having time to first make the nails look like nail-lady nails.
Sorry. Here are some more photos of my own nails. Oh yes, and one new photo of "the claw" pose, using a cooperative non-zombie client with more interesting nails than mine.





Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.