{"id":110,"date":"2017-02-09T08:47:15","date_gmt":"2017-02-09T08:47:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/?p=110"},"modified":"2017-02-10T01:53:59","modified_gmt":"2017-02-10T01:53:59","slug":"nail-polish-a-manicure-to-distract-from-reality","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/2017\/02\/09\/nail-polish-a-manicure-to-distract-from-reality\/","title":{"rendered":"Nail polish: A manicure as distraction"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Editors note:\u00a0 My former boss pointed out that I haven’t written for nine days.\u00a0\u00a0 That is partly due to a lack of time and partly because the content below is such a\u00a0 frivolous, vapid\u00a0 topic.\u00a0 I promise deeper things to come.
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A professional manicure is hardly the stuff of a bucket list\u00a0 (not that Cindy Files is a true bucket list and not that I’m old enough to need<\/em> a bucket list).<\/p>\n

But I still hadn\u2019t been able to fit this simple bit of personal grooming into my life in at least 15 years. Yes, I file my nails, but I certainly don’t paint them.\u00a0 When I used to try at home,\u00a0 I’d lose patience with the drying\u00a0 time and\u00a0 go off to pet the cat or engage in some\u00a0 equally ruinous activity.<\/p>\n

For years I have been the only person in my yoga class without toenails that pop with color.<\/p>\n

Even my cats get regular nail care, although there is usually a good deal of howling involved.<\/p>\n

As\u00a0 a distraction from politics, gray skies and impending income tax prep, \u00a0 I recently visited a salon and picked a wine-colored polish that I\u2019d have named Merlot but manufacturer OPI called the perplexing Can\u2019t Read Without My Lipstick. (Say what?)<\/p>\n

Can\u2019t Read is a deep, rich shade that would fit beautifully with a LBD, natural pearls and an expensive evening at a four-star restaurant.<\/p>\n

But every manicure I\u2019ve ever had ended in chipped nails about two hours after I’ve\u00a0 left the salon.\u00a0 Would these nails survive until dinner, elegant or otherwise?<\/p>\n

The nail technician assured me that the polish she used would\u00a0 last longer than the products from my long-ago past.<\/p>\n

And for four days my nails looked fantastic. My husband mocked\u00a0 my brightly painted claws, but that was to be expected.\u00a0\u00a0 He’s a heathen, unfamiliar with such niceties.<\/p>\n

But on day five, I\u00a0 remembered why I had\u00a0 not tried that hard to have my nails polished.\u00a0 Flakes came off the fingernails like falling snow.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t cleaning, I wasn\u2019t cooking and I wasn\u2019t gardening.<\/p>\n

In fact, for most of one day, I sat in a car doing nothing except watching mile markers flash by.<\/p>\n

Perhaps I have differently-abled fingernails, ones unable to hold polish. Short of a remedial polish, this is an activity\u00a0 I might not repeat, at least for another 15 years.<\/p>\n

Conclusion:\u00a0 Not worth the effort<\/em><\/p>\n

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Editors note:\u00a0 My former boss pointed out that I haven’t written for nine days.\u00a0\u00a0 That is partly due to a lack of time and partly because the content below is such a\u00a0 frivolous, vapid\u00a0 topic.\u00a0 I promise deeper things to come. A professional manicure is hardly the stuff of a bucket list\u00a0 (not that Cindy … <\/p>\n

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