The gel nail hack I can't believe actually works
I am positively shell(ac)-shocked.
Righto, I’ve finally caught up on the latest season of Netflix’s LOVE IS BLIND and can confirm:
a) I have wasted away eight hours of my life. Yes, I have.
b) I will 100% be tuning in next week to see if Izzy does, in fact, marry Stacy or piss bolts faster than I can sink a chilled Chardonnay on a Friday afternoon
c) I am back in the land of productive newsletter writers, ready to tell you about a brilliant discovery I’ve, well, discovered this month.
Ready?
My best friend/co-host Sarah and I have been trapped in a Shellac death-spiral for the past few months. You know that sick cycle where you need shiny, ‘done’ nails for a special occasion so you trot off to the local salon, let a faux-leather recliner assault your rhomboids while coat after addictive coat of hypnotisingly glossy gel is applied to your digits then shoved under a radioactive lamp, and then you can’t stop staring at your shiny and ‘done’ nails so you go back four weeks later, and back another four weeks later, while trying not to get hooked on picking and peeling the TicTac like shells off your fingers every waking moment of your life? Familiar? Nails like flaky croissant pastry? Moi aussi.
While Sarah has gone cold turkey and reverted to home manicures, nail strengthening lotions and potions, and good ‘ol fashioned neutral polish, I decided to try something that scared me more than the size of the Mirena IUD box my pharmacist handed to be via small forklift yesterday.
GEL NAIL STICKERS. *insert goat scream*
There has been no greater ‘ick’ for me than the idea of stick-on nails. What, am I eleven years old? Do I run a tacky dance school in Kansas City? And yet, over the past few months I’ve had several very well put together ladies tell me in hushed tones that “honestly, they’re worth a try”.
So, here’s the 4-1-1 if you are equal parts horrified and curious…