Let it never be said that I'm a genius at keeping it simple. Ever since the tonsills came out in September, my hair and nails have been doing weird things. Bad, unruly things. Ugly things.
Something snapped in my brain as I settled into Vickie's chair for my weekly mani yesterday. The previous week's efforts lasted all of 24 hours, and a quick calculation of the dollars vs. gratification ratio showed I was just wasting my time. Unless there was a cure...
And in walks Kim, with a brand new (around here) product called 'Young Nails'. Made especially for the manually challenged among us, these are purported not to lift or otherwise make life with prosthetic nails a hellish experience.
I guess we'll see. Usually I've got several nails buggered up within the first day or so, so I'd say the prognosis for these is good so far. Now to get a handle on the sock knitting. And zipping my pants. C