Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
We spent our weekend at Disneyland. Disneyland remains our preferred destination for a weekend out of town, being not entirely local, but not too far for a weekend trip. But our weekends are not the point.

We spent our weekend at Disneyland. Disneyland remains our preferred destination for a weekend out of town, being not entirely local, but not too far for a weekend trip. But our weekends are not the point. The point is, I spent my weekend in a highly populated place where the crowds represent a healthy mix of cultures and lifestyles from lots of different areas.
So I got to look at a lot of people who had their nails done who represented not just a small sample of local trends. I saw people with short, natural nails, nicely manicured in the latest colors. I saw Frenches. I saw long nails and short nails and pointy nails and flared nails and gel nails and acrylic nails and glitter nails and rhinestoned nails and hand-painted nail art.
It took me about five minutes of being in this industry to get over my prejudices regarding certain nail styles: I don’t care if your natural nails are so long they curl. I don’t care if nails are short or long, gel or acrylic or natural, pointy or flared, polished or rockstarred, or French or 3-D-rhinestoned-charmed-rockstar-nail-arted up! I appreciate the workmanship and quality of each look, if not the look itself.
But this weekend, I saw some nails that made me cringe. And the noteworthy aspect of this is that most of those sets were obviously proudly worn and carefully thought out. I saw some wicked red, white, and blue nail art on a set of two-inch duck foot nails — from the top they looked great. All blingy and made with love. But when your nails are two-inches long, it’s easy to see the underside from a distance — you gotta take care of both sides at that length, and the undersides looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in six months. Ewwwwwww.
I caught a lot of this sort of thing. No wonder so many people consider “fake” nails to be tacky!
High-profile nails need high-profile maintenance. The underside needs to be kept cleaned, by both the tech and the client. Nails can use a light buff along the edges. Gel top coats need going over with a little cleanser to keep them looking bright and clear, or we need to use gels that don’t stain so our work doesn’t look dingy after a few days of brushing against dyed hair, pockets, and purse liners.
I came home with a list of ideas about what I can do to keep the nails I do looking their best between salon visits. It looks like a lot of us could use that wake up call.
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.