Then it was back to the buzzy-file machine, which is the thing that ultimately transformed the points into the elusive almond shape I’d been after. The scary guillotine nail clippers came out again, and each nail was clipped into a terrifyingly sharp point. There were still many steps to go, during which I kept quiet, betraying my ignorance of acrylic nails: a sandy pink powder mixed with a clear liquid was brushed over both my real nails and fake tips, and the substance quickly hardened into a gel and BOOM: my fake nails were formed. When he finished, they were still too long, and squared off. With a wince-inducing clipping sound, he chopped a good two inches off the ends of each nail. He took out a thick silver nail clipper that looked like it operated on the same principles as a guillotine. “I know what you want.” OH DO YOU? Now I was extremely nervous. “Don’t worry, don’t worry,” the tech said, bent over his work. “These are, um, these are way too long,” I said, wishing to communicate this before it was too late. Gingerly, I tried waving the long, curved claws on my finished hand in the air. In just a few seconds, he had dotted the tips of my nails with glue and expertly attached the crazy-long things (we’re talking 2 to 3 inches long). The tech began matching up different sizes to the tips of my nails, and took out what looked like a little tube of superglue. Inside were incredibly long, semi-translucent fake plastic nails in all different sizes.
He did this to all my nails, and then took out a little plastic box. “We have to give the glue something to stick to,” he said over the buzzing, and I nodded wisely.
#ACRYLIC NAILS SHAPES FULL#
He touched it to the full surface of my nail, roughing up the whole nail uniformly. He lowered the machine to my hand, and I saw what it was-a cylindrical file, rotating quickly and buzzing menacingly. He reached across the table, turned on the thing that looked like a drill, and grabbed my hand. Soak, cuticles, buff, file, and then the fake-nail attachment. Now, folks, I was expecting a basic mani to commence. “Oh, POINTY NAILS!” my technician said, rolling his eyes. “Nails shaped like almonds-like, normal at the bottom but thin and almost pointed at the top.” “My friend told me to get long almond-nails.” “It’s my first time getting acrylics,” I said. I was seated at a mani station that looked different from all the rest-there were objects that looked like drills hanging over the table, some brushes drying next to them, and a HUGE wall behind the table made up of stacked, clear plastic boxes full of thousands of tiny beads, rhinestones, and vials of glitter.Ī man wearing a surgeon-like face mask sat down across the table. Why hadn’t this occurred to me before? I could have fake, perfect nails! So I made an appointment and drove across town to my friend’s (slightly battered) salon. “Go to my salon and ask for ‘almond-shaped’ acrylics. “You think these are real?” she said, waving her own long, lacquered claws temptingly under my nose. Until one day when my friend with amazing nails suggested I try acrylics.
I was destined for a life of short nails that never drew attention to themselves. Nails that scream, “STAND ASIDE, dangerous and mysterious female coming through!”īut after years of trying to grow them only to nibble them down to the quick during scary movies and boring meetings, I accepted my fate: I would never have nails like that. The kind that stop other women in their tracks, so that they grab your hands and go “Oh my god are those real?” Nails so long and perfectly polished that they’re a little scary. I’ve always wanted long, beautiful nails. Extreme Nails: What It’s Really Like | Beautylish
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