Something about having my nails painted makes me feel pretty. My nails aren't long, nor have I ever been particularly fond of them. I have never spent much time or energy keeping them up (outside of an infrequent clear coat and a file to make sure they are not scraggly). Why I finally, at the ripe age of 30, have decided to care about what my nails look like is beyond me.
When everyone started raving about shellac I was not fast to buy in to it. I thought it was all hype... a manicure that would last three weeks without chipping.... I call bull. A few years ago I got a shellac mani for a wedding and my thumb chipped within the hour. I figured it was just your typical over-priced beauty fad. (brazillian blow out anyone). However, one of the women I work with always has immaculate nails and my curiosity was piqued. Shiny and polished but natural. No acrylic-style thick grow out or chipping. She swears by shellac. So I gave it another go. I got my nails done three weeks ago (to the day) and they still look amazing (no chips and still shiny). I think I have fallen in love.
I needed a little R&R so I went in to get them done again. I opted for black (shocker, it is my favorite nail color of all time), and I have found my new obsession. Bonus, the shellac is similar to gel, so it strengthens your nails and helps them from breaking
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| *obsessed with the black!* |
