Yes, nail art. You probably thought it would be another imaginary boyfriend, didn’t you? Come on, admit it.
But, no! It’s nail art!
How did I get obsessed with nail art, of all things??? It’s so Not Me. And yet it is me.
Like all addictions, it crept up on me gradually. I began by going to a salon to get my nails done, which is something Mom and I had always planned to do together but never did.
I let them talk me into getting my nails dipped, which was a MAJOR mistake. The result was beautifully sparkly, but I had to go back to the salon to have it removed. Not even 100% acetone would get it off. They soaked my nails in 100% acetone for like 15 minutes, then ground off a layer with a dremel bit, then soaked, then drilled, and repeated until my nails were exposed, scuffed and pitted and grooved.
So then I had to paint my nails to cover up the damage, because it looked like I had been clawing my way out of a coffin or something.
I’m Goth-y, but not that Goth-y.
Then I wanted to do accent nails, then I started watching YouTube videos on nail art, and then I was hooked. I joined Maniology and bought stamping plates, stamping polishes, stampers …. The whole nine yards.
Here are some of my attempts at nail art. Sad, I know, but I’m learning.
And these, for Galaxy Con yesterday.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about an obsession.