One of my clients passed away a couple of weeks ago. It was quite unexpected. She was only 50 and she'd been in for her regular appointment just the week before.I got the call from a
I started doing nails when I was 22 — PFFT! Who am I kidding? I started doing nails when I was 15! But I started my career as a nail professional when I was 22. Either
We have spent so much time and effort over the last 40 years (that's as long as I've been around for it anyway) trying to improve our children’s self-esteem by assuring them that it doesn't matter
I was just over at the Competition Insider, catching up on Lynn's blog — I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I'm terrible at keeping up with my fellow bloggers. Heck, I'm terrible at keeping up with
Nothing nearly as good as Martin Luther King Jr., but significantly more nail-related. In my dream I attended a class offered by a major manufacturer — a real manufacturer that exists here in the waking world
On Fridays, the BF's family does "pizza and beer" at a local pizza joint. It's an open invite occasion for family and close friends and I think it's the BF's mom's way of bribing her kids
You may recall the BF and I recently became homeowners. And, seeing as how we are nearing the end of the moving process, it looks like we may also survive to live "happily ever after" after
I've talked it over with a few other folks in the personal service industry — pretty much anyone who works by appointment with people — and we all agree: It doesn't take long before you develop
Well. Most days anyway. In fact, even on the days when I am less than enthusiastic about a day at work, I have to admit that I'd still rather be doing nails if I have to
So the BF and I were furniture shopping this weekend, again. That's the problem with a new house — it needs new furniture. I maintain that I found our new couch, and promptly sat down on
