It made me think, hmm, yes, I definitely use my nails as tools, and I’m not sure it’ll ever be another way.
As part of a recent celebratory weekend, I was treated to a manicure and pedicure by some of my favorite people. It was my first manicure, I realized with some surprise. New York is such a manicured city that I’d somehow forgotten I’d never partaken myself. I’m sure there’s a word for that…
But I loved it! I kept looking at my hands. So pretty! I thought. I look like a professional adult! I thought. And it’s affordable enough that maybe I’ll do this more often. (Really though, some places just $7?)
Then I was back at my jewelry work desk. Dun dun dun. Manicure wrecked posthaste.
It was a good reminder that my hands are my most important tools, and tools don’t need a pretty coat of paint. Roughed up nails means I’m in business.
I do still think, as my mom patiently drilled into our heads, that teeth are not to be treated as tools. But sorry Essie, I’m out on this one.
I got another manicure for the wedding, and when that comes off, I think I’ll call it good for awhile. I’ll settle for being a professional adult in more bona fide ways, although I do actually, weirdly, think I’ll miss it having them done.
Do you, fellow crafters, ever go in for fancy nails?