First, can I just say that I see irony in the fact that my last post was about the anger I'm dealing with and this one is about pretty fingernails... I guess I'm a woman of layers.
Anyway, several years ago, I got into in to Jamberry nails. There was something about the paradox of tending goats with my super cute nails that appealed to me. But the goofy things were a bit of a pain because they required heat to set and I am a giant toddler—I couldn’t help picking at them and peeling them off the wrong way resulted in absolutely destroying my nails.
I should pause at this point to say I’m not a Facebook party kinda girl. I know I should do them more for my books, but I don’t. I get added to them for LuLaRoe and Pampered Chef and all the other things and I ignore the invites. So, when a friend invited me to a Color Street Nail Bar party, I joined merely because she’s a nice person and I haven’t seen her in a while.
But I got suckered in. I asked for the free sample, thinking I’d order one set to be nice. Only I got hooked. These are like Jamberry in that they’re super cute, but they’re much easier to apply and are easier on the nail. They’re actual nail polish strips, without the formaldehyde found in the nail polish I buy at the store. (Can we talk about the fact that we’re painting poison on our bodies? And even once we find out that’s the case, we KEEP DOING IT?)
Anyway, I wound up buying two sets. As I type, I keep getting distracted by my ah-dorable polka dotted fingernails.
Here are the downsides I’ve found so far (or the reality check, if nothing else):
My nail party is July 22nd at 7 PM CT. If you want to check it out, lemme know and I’ll add you. I think I'll keep the group open until my birthday (August 5th), so even if you're busy tonight, pop by and say hi and talk pretty fingernails with me!
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.