Displaying my Power Ring here earlier on my maintenance-hungry hands is just destroying my composure. I believe that if I don't take care of my hands or nails, I am not taking care of my self.
So, it's about time to turn in myself this week for a FULL SET at our local nail salon. To educate you all, this is no ordinary manicure. For me, this is both an emotional and psychological makeover. I do this purposely to "punish" myself. Yup, you heard it right... to punish myself.
OK, I have this stinky habit of scratching my face... whenever and wherever I have zits! Disgusting, I know... My real nails are too weak and too sharp so I have to put on
"cement" or acrylics to thicken, lengthen, and strengthen my nails. With acrylics, my nails won't scratch my face anymore!
So now, I have scraped off my old acrylics and it's time for my regular nail visit. My nail technician is a Vietnamese male. He has been doing this for 16 years. I have been doing this for my self for 3 years. My face has been flawless ever since...
Here's the process of this pretty punishment!
He files my nails using a nail electric "drill" or filer! Pretty scary stuff. Nail dusts are all over the place, on my black suit, and on my technician's face!
He then glues the tips, so I can have longer nails. He cuts it to my desired nail length. And, he is now wondering why I keep photoshooting my hand. I told him I do scrap-book!
OK, this is the torture part! The purple liquid's chemical smell is very strong. He dips the brush in this liquid and then dips it to the acryliuc powder to paste on my nail. I asked my nail technician if he suspects if this chemical fume causes infertility. He said, "Are you kidding me? I already have 3 kids!" OK, fine!
Now, my acrylic nails look more natural. He has to drill it again to smoothen the surface. He files and buffs all around it. That means more dusts that I have to endure.
One hour later, here's the finished product. The price of this vanity and punishment is $30.
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