Pretty, happy things first. With plans for a big chop, I've been enjoying lovely things on my long nails, and a purple duo-chrome seemed a good choice. Nubar Moon Shadow is a classic, and it was beautiful on, going from deep purple in most lights to almost bronze at certain angles:
Now, I think you guys know I'm pretty good being careful in situations that I consider dangerous to my nails ... and so my breaks end up happening in the dumbest circumstances. Remember the bag of cheese break? The pinky I snapped against my own other fingers somehow? This takes the cake.
I'd successfully navigated 3 cases of soda & several grocery bags into the car. A breeze sprang up & I grabbed for the skirt of my dress - purple like my nails might I add. And somehow my thumb knocked against the idle shopping cart.
I'm warning you, this is not for the faint of heart ....
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I warned you! I did!
Arrrrrggggghhhh!!!!!!! OOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCHOUCHOUCHOUCHOUCH! Shitmotherfuckergoddamnsonofabitch!
I put a band-aid on it, and managed to get myself & my throbbing finger home. And then I painstakingly - and painfully, very very painfully - took off the polish & saw the true extent of the damage:
Scary part? It's still attached on the side. Meaning even if I wanted to leave my vulnerable finger flesh exposed, I'd have to sever it's fleshy anchor. Mom really hated when I kept saying that by the way. I cut it down ... I glued the flap ... I added a patch ... & things are mostly OK now:
Good lord only knows how long that will take to grow out past the quick. Thanks for the sympathy pains =) & of course thanks for reading.
~Colette