So, I got really, really fed up with trying (failing miserably) to grow my nails to a reasonable length so I could do fun manis without looking like a scruffy tween who bites her nails. And it's my birthday in a couple of weeks. And I get mates-rates at the beauty salon where my cousin works; add all that up, and you get ( acrylic extensions. )

This is getting a little out of hand. Over the holidays, I went shopping -again-, and I painted my nails. A lot.

( Picture heavy; probably only of interest to embroiderama and poisontaster... )

Well, colour me gobsmacked. Ever since my current nail obsession started, I've been wailing to people that I wish the UK had a place like Sally's that had, y'know, good nail stuff (rather than the stuff in most shops here, which is all either teen bling or dull-and-matronly, with very little in between). And then yesterday, I went to my hometown ( Read more... )

I had a play with various types of mani this week, where I did a different style for each nail but with the same colours (the BN nail bloggers have a word for this, but middle age has eaten my memory for names, so). EDIT: poisontaster to the rescue, it's a skittles manicure!

( Pic under the cut, if you care one whit about the state of my nail polish )

I've been completely obsessed with my nails/manicure recently, sparked off by poisontaster and embroiderama's forays into the realm of nail art. I'm nowhere near as good at it as they are (especially poisontaster, omg), nor do I have nice, shapely nails to show off - but I don't care. Pritty, shiny colours!! On my nails, just for me ( Read more... )