I’ve been in denial that summer is (almost!?) over. But with the hurricane season in full swing, and Jenna’s fall fashion posts here on TwentyTweets, I took a good look at my chipped, hot pink, summery nails, and went for a mani-pedi today after work. Fall colors can be fun on nails too, don’t you think?
Speak now, or forever hold your peace. Why do I feel like I’m signing my life away when I answer “yes” to the inevitable question of “you like color?” Sure, what you’ve painted there looks pretty. But that’s not what it looked like in the bottle, and that’s not what I want on my nails. But for some reason, my speak-my-mind, confident personality is no where to be seen when I want to speak up.
I feel rude. Like… I know you just spent x amount of time painting my nails so precisely. How could I honestly sit there and tell you that I hate it? I’ve heard other ladies speak the truth next to me — “No, that’s not what I wanted. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to find another color and paint them again.” But without fail, my words escape me. Every. Single. Time.
Before you think I’m the world’s biggest drama queen, let me explain. It’s not like I’m always walking out so disappointingly. I’m only ranting about this tonight because I can’t believe that I paid for what’s currently glistening away on the end of my fingers. Even as I’m sitting here typing this – they keep catching the light. And they’re so sparkly, it’s like they’re laughing at me.
I know, I know, there are worst problems in the world. And yes, it’s my fault. But honestly? I asked her to help me match a Shellac polish to the color that I picked out for my toes. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? So we search around, and she hands me a bottle. It looks a little sparkly, but she reassures me that it’ll be really pretty. So I sit down, relax, and let her do her magic. Chatting away, only realizing after she’s completely finished my fingernails how obnoxiously glittery they are. Yikes! And these are supposed to be about the same shade as my feet?
So I’m asking you ladies, why does my confidence escape me? Am I alone in this “can’t tell her I hate it” type of feeling, or have you walked out of the nail salon more than a little disappointed in the past before too?
P.s. – It’s too late to go back tomorrow and have her change the color, right?