I have fallen victim to the memory lapse that comes with time, the 'oh, it wasn't that bad when they came off' and shiny, sparkly thought of 'ooh, but look how pretty they look'. Little did I remember just how bad it is to get your nails back to normal after they come off. Yes, it is that bad. Yes, they're in an absolute jocker.
Let's face it, they only really look pretty for the first week of their life on your hands. By the second week you're pushing back your cuticles and looking at them critically instead of with the affection you had for them initially. By the third week you've formed a bit of an unhealthy disdain for them. Like that shot at the end of the night, you're beginning to realise that they weren't such a great idea.
I had a set done for New Year's Eve at the end of 2013. I can't fault the nail technician. She was lovely and chatty and her work was fantastic. I did however, forget my fatal yet very satisfying flaw. I can not leave well enough alone. After giving up on the nails in their second week I soaked them off in acetone. Nothing much was happening so I took great pleasure in picking and filing them off myself. What a mistake. 3 months on my nails are like paper. I've them cut down to stubs. It'll be summer by the time they've recovered.
Let this be a reminder to all of you who've been tempted to revisit the colourful world of acrylic nails. Don't do it.
Unless you're loaded and can afford to get them refilled every week. In that case, giz a tenner.