My one vice in life is my nails.
I don’t smoke, I can’t have dairy or alcohol, and I’ve curbed my shopping habit to nearly being non-existant. I am, however, a firm believe in the Donna Meagle/Tom Haverford way of life, and the Treat-Yo-Self mentality.
My treat, once a fortnight, is a wander down the high street to a nail design salon, where a lovely lady files, trims and paints my nails. I’ve been getting gel/shellac nails done every two weeks for a little while now. It could last for longer, usually the paint is still in tact, but by two weeks I’m in need of a trim as typing quickly becomes tricky with long talons.
I feel better with nice nails. It may seem frivolous or shallow to some, but my mood can be lifted by pretty polish on my fingers. After repeated manicures, my nails are the strongest and longest they’ve ever been. My cuticles are neat and the skin around my fingers I used to pick at when nervous is soft and smooth, and tidy. Every time I look at my hands, I feel better. I spend my days typing and smile when I catch a flash of shiny red, purple or pink reflecting in the light. I can wake up in the morning with messy hair and bags under my eyes but feel ready for the day with smart nails.
Regular trips to the salon isn’t the cheapest thing in the world, but it’s my little treat to myself, and a time I can dedicate purely to self care. The gel treatment takes time to set, where I sit calmly with my hands occupied, unable to look at my phone or worry about what’s going on in the rest of the world, which even if only for half an hour, is time much needed and well spent. It serves as a little reminder to look after myself too, looking down to see well kept, neat nails makes me more likely to take time to look after other things. Whether that’s remembering to take all my makeup off in the evenings, or deciding to style my hair rather than throwing it in a messy bun, I generally feel more together after a manicure!
It’s a simple joy but one I love. How do you like to treat yourself?