A few weeks ago I had a first-time experience at a nail salon. 💅
My 14 year old daughter was staying with me and my mom over parts of her spring break when she approached me with this:
“I know you’ve never been to a nail salon,” she said. “I thought it might be fun for us to do this together.”
Now, how can I say no to such a cute invitation?
She handled the booking of the appointment and the next day, we went.
Sonja opted for these long, artistically painted nails you glue on, and I opted for a simple manicure with a dark-ish colour. I was done before she was, but it was still an interesting experience. Of course I took pictures because that’s the way the cookie crumbles with me…
My nail lady was older than the one my daughter had, maybe middle age but not over 50. When she discovered I had a hearing issue (we were still under a mask mandate), she refused to speak to me and simply pointed to what she wanted me to do. I thought she was weird… but not weird weird. (I don’t know how to explain it…)
I’d never had a manicure before so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it turned out it’s quite the production. There are many steps in manicures… and these special blue lights I have to put my hand under to dry, which my daughter explained had to do with some specialized nail polish called gel. (I don’t know…)
Anyway, the nail lady had the bottle of polish secured by her fingers in the palm of her hand. At the same time, she was twisting my fingers around to help accommodate her work on each nail individually. When she got to my thumb, she kind of yanked me a little which surprised me and I twitched which made her drop the polish on her apron.
She looked at me with pure evil.
I apologized quietly and adjusted my hand to help her hold my thumb better but she dropped my hand and dealt with her apron, making a big fuss about how difficult it was to get the stain out.
Then she looked up and cast an evil spell on me. 😳
Seriously, for a moment there I was a little shaken. What was happening?
I glanced at my daughter worryingly, but she was oblivious to my troubles.
The vibe between me and the witchy nail salon lady changed from frosty to strained. Clearly, she thought I did something to cause her to drop the nail polish bottle and stain her apron. I don’t know if she had a bad day or if she was just moody or if that was just her personality or if she didn’t like me or if she was put out that I had trouble hearing behind the mask or what the problem was, but she definitely cast a spell on me. 😬
I gathered myself quickly.
My finished manicure looked like this:
Anyway, the main thing was that Sonja was happy with her final presentation.
I liked the first part but she wasn’t finished:
When she was finished, it looked like this:
The first thing that popped into my head was how she was going to wear her hockey gloves.
“Don’t worry, mom,” she said. “I know what to do.”
I’ll tell you about that event another time. Because, as I’m sure you can predict, there is this whole thing that happened the next time she had to go to the rink. 🙂
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