I mean, I’ve ALWAYS had them, but working in food service, we weren’t allowed to have them long. Like, if you could look at the palm of your hand and see the tips of your nails over the tips of your fingers, you had to cut them because they were too long.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been letting them grow out because I haven’t had any reason to cut them. Granted, they’re not terribly long but I do have nails now. Hooray. I did paint them at one point but then I remembered why I hate having painted nails–they chip way too easily. And, lacking nail polish remover or a peel off base, I just scraped the remaining nail polish off….with my fingernails. It mostly came off in big sheets that was easy to peel off, thankfully.
Once this crisis is over and I get to work at the bus barn, I’m sure they won’t give a crap about my nails or how long they are as long as they’re kept neatly and I don’t have a bunch of nasty whatever underneath them.
I have missed having nails SO much…it’s much easier to scratch an itch or open an envelope if you have nails.
