Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
nail artist unknown (contact us if these are your nails) On our way home from our weekend out of town last Sunday, I let the BF drive. This is — as many women seem to feel about

nail artist unknown (contact us if these are your nails)
On our way home from our weekend out of town last Sunday, I let the BF drive. This is — as many women seem to feel about their significant others' driving — an act of sheer faith that requires me to keep myself distracted at all times so I don't die of sheer panic from the BF's tendency to follow too close and brake too short. So I caught up with the weekend's Facebook activity from the passenger seat.
My friend Lynette Diaz-Madden had "shared" a photo (above) from another profile of a lovely set of god-awful "duck feet" nails with a statement about how no one had better ever ask her to do them.
I had to laugh — once again, the flare nail controversy arises.
I "shared" the picture on my profile with a comment that they were pretty nice duck feet ... for duck feet
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When I arrived back in the salon yesterday morning and got around to checking my Facebook account, I was greeted with 73 comments on the photo! Most of which were from colleagues around the country expressing their opinions that "duck feet" are among the most horrific things to have ever darkened the annals of history.
Seriously, to look at the comments I'm guessing most people would say the Black Plague, the Spanish Inquisition, and Flare Nails. Worst things ever. Then again, maybe the Spanish Inquisition wasn't so bad?
I've had a few of my clients tell me privately that they LOVE the photo I posted and want those exact nails when they see me next, but they're afraid to post on Facebook because of all the negative commentary they're seeing from the professional industry.

I, personally, have made a conscious decision to embrace the trend. I figure all these people will look back at their pictures in 20 years and be horrified that they used to think those nails were cool. But I'm glad that my clients finally have some perspective about how the professional industry overall feels about the look. I don't think they believed me when I told them we hate those nails.
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.