A couple of months ago, I went to my favorite nail salon, and the manicurist talked me into trying gel nail polish on my fingers. Mom has been talking it up to me for a long time because it doesn’t chip, so it lasts longer, and it looks nicer, and she’s right on all of those counts. I was going to go bare (just buff up the nails) because I don’t really like color on my nails and clear nail polish chips, and the manicurist said, well, gel doesn’t chip, and it comes in a natural color. Okay – it’s time to try it. First, natural my ass. It was light pink and sparkly. Pretty, but in no way natural. Still, it was pretty and light enough not to bother me much. It dried super quickly (always a plus), and then the lady swiped nail polish remover across the nails and it didn’t come off! I was impressed, and everything was great for about three weeks. My nails were growing, but it wasn’t obvious to anyone but me that my nails weren’t all painted anymore. After that, I was about done with the pink and sparkly and ready to go clear again, so I went back to have the gel polish removed (since I had no idea how to take it off myself).
What Mom neglected to tell me is what a HUGE PAIN it is to have it removed. You can’t just swipe with some special gel polish remover. Oh, no. My nails were wrapped in acetone-soaked cotton and foil for what felt like an hour (and was at least 20 minutes in real time), and then when the manicurist removed the foil and cotton, she still had to chisel away at each nail to get it all off. It took FOREVER. I thought it was never going to be over. And even once the polish was removed, my nails still felt like regular polish was fading and chipping off on its own. Not a nice feeling.
Conclusion? No gelicures for me. No way. Uh uh. Sorry, Mom. Can’t agree with you on this one.