I go Saturday afternoon and decided to really treat myself and get a French manicure. Shellac doesn't have many colors to choose from yet, so this was the safest bet. It's a process, for sure. Several layers of polish, several go-rounds under a UV light, and on and on. I have to say, though- I normally mess up a manicure in an hour, 2 on a good day, so I never get them. This one look the same today as it did when I walked out of the salon Saturday.
A hand model, I am not:

48 hours in and I'm still impressed. I'm not sure that I'll keep getting them, but for the moment, I like having cute nails and am enjoying the fact that I've changed sheets on the bed, almost lost a finger to a teething 19 month old when trying to give him Orajel, cooked, done laundry and dishes, and haven't chipped the paint once!
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