Freak Show
I ducked out this afternoon to treat myself to a manicure and pedicure at the little nail place up the street from my house. I’ve been going there almost since we moved to this ‘burb five years ago; they greet me by name when I walk in and meet my criteria of clean, cheap and fast.
My last visit was the end of August, right before Dragon*con. I’d mixed things up a bit from my usual “red toes and clear fingernails” and gotten a sort of gothic Lolita french manicure. Black tips and a sort of glittery clear polish on the rest. Very funky and different.
I loved it. Surprisingly enough, Honey liked it, too. He actually suggested that I try it with black and red, so I decided to give that color combination a try this go ’round.
I mentioned this to the nail tech doing my manicure, who raised an eyebrow and made a comment to the women doing my pedicure. The second gal popped her head up, looked at me like I had a screw loose and said, “She wants what? That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard!”
OK, I have to be honest here and admit that I don’t specifically know what she said, because it was in Korean and I’m not bilingual. But years of having people react to me has allowed me to cross the language barrier and translate based on tone and facial expression, so I feel pretty confident in saying both nail techs thought I was a freak for wanting black and red fingernails.
What.Ev.Er. I think it looks pretty cool, although in the past couple of minutes I’ve had the realization that black and red are the team colors for an SEC football team of which I am most definitely not a fan, so I think I’ll need to come up with a different color combination for the next mani. Like crimson and white.
