End of an era...goodbye gel nails?

So after 12 long years Mama has decided to give up on gel nails. 

In 1999 at my first big-girl job straight out of university, all the women in the office had gel nails...they caught my eye instantly. They looked clean, professional and dare I say a bit glamorous?  I was hooked and have had a love-affair with nails for years now.  

I've always kept them short, square-oval shaped and simple (no Lady Gaga dagger shaped nails here).

However after 12 years of consecutive wear - as in I've never had them off, I've finally decided to take a break.

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Will I go back to them? I'm not sure, they're hard to let go of. My own nails have always been pitiful. They're ridiculously soft and paper thin. As in the kind of nail that you can bend back and forth, peels and never really grows worth a darn. And no amount of strengthening top-coat would ever help, thanks for NOTHING Sally Hansen...

So last Saturday when I took them off (I was in desperate need of a fill anyway) I decided to let my own nails "breath."  It's a myth that gel or acrylic nails will wreck your own nails, if they're properly applied the nail underneath may grow a bit thinner but they won't be damaged. So now my natural naked little nails look fine. But it's not fine.

{Srsly Gaga, how do u get through the day with those...}

The problem is that I cannot function. I feel like I'm all thumbs! I miss the strength my gel nails had. They were like little tools to help open containers, scrape food residue off dishes that didn't come clean from the dishwasher (gross, I know) and I always felt my hands were strong and capable.

Not anymore.

Now my fingertips hurt, I can't open my eyeshadow palettes, can't get the lid off the coffee tin without it hurting. I could go on and on.  I suppose I'll adjust and my hands will "toughen up" with time but for now I'm dying! (First World Problem, I know...)

So what to do? Should I go back to dropping $35.00 for a fill every 4 weeks or should I put my gel nails behind me?  When you paint gel nails the color lasts forever, they always look polished and they make my fingers look longer and even thinner.

(maybe I'm delusional here?)

Gel nails, yay or nay? Speak!

Now u know me....

Hey Dolls, hope you're all enjoying this Easter long weekend.  I've got a whole bunch of church, cooking, family dinners, egg colouring (and hunting) and chocolate eating coming my way.   

This week has been all things Easter but I thought I'd do a different post on some random info about Mama.  It's not because of receiving a blog award (like most people do) but instead because this has a been a fairly slow news week and I've got nothing else...

1.  I can talk like Donald Duck.  Great "skill" to have when babysitting.

2.  I love French's yellow mustard and go through a bottle every 10 days. Best condiment ever.

3.  I'm a pretty awesome (and fast) driver and in another life I should have been a Formula 1 race car driver. 

But since I've had kids I've totally changed the way I drive and now have a huge new appreciation for driving safely and responsibly. These days I'm more like Morgan Freeman in Driving Miss Daisy than Michael Schumacher.

Fastness. Hotness.

Note: I said Formula 1 driver, not NASCAR.  

NASCAR is beyond lame. Sorry Ricky Bobby Fans.

Round and round. Uncool.

4. I can type up to 83 words/minute (according to typing tests I've taken) however my accuracy/spelling could use work. Obviously.

5. I am a great cook but a lousy baker. Baking requires precise measurements and it's like following a formula. Cooking is more free-style and dare I say, creative.  

 I don't have much of a sweet tooth and I never had an Easy Bake Oven as a kid.  That explains it. 

6. I am blind as a bat. I've worn contact lenses everyday for 20 years. I really should have laser eye surgery but I'm scared.  What if something goes wrong and my eyesight gets worse? Though I doubt that's possible.

7. I have a pretty fantastic Operatic voice (Mezzo-Soprano) but more or less no one has ever heard it. I'm ridiculously self-conscious about being judged. 

I'm even scared to sing Karaoke after a half a dozen cocktails.

 Mama's dream Karaoke song of choice: Roberta Flack/Lauyn Hill's, Killing me Softly

This list could have gone on forever but I'll save more Mama-fun-facts for another time.

Happy Easter Lovelies!