Twelve Stuff ups of Christmas

I don’t want you to get me wrong, I love Christmas. December 1st, tree was up, I’ve already watched at least half a dozen Christmas movies, made decorations and sang Christmas carols several times a day…it truly is the most wonderful time of the year for me.

December is also the time of year when my brain goes on holidays. Yesterday I went to pick up my kids from school, started the car and left it running while I went back inside to search for my car keys… There just simply is too much to remember this time of year, end of year parties and concerts, presents to buy, presents to hide and elves to move. There is not enough time to do everything and way to many people in the shops.

Today I am going to my work Christmas party. I’ve saved a little money by letting go of bad habits so I decided to treat myself and get my shellac done by a professional. I have the kit at home but didn’t find the time/motivation to do it and I was in town while my kids were in their drama class anyhow.

I had visions of Christmas nails in my head but the colours weren’t super inspiring as I flicked through them, waiting my turn in the packed salon. I briefly entertained getting acrylic nails but after I heard the two ladies getting theirs next to me I threw out the idea.

One said to the other ‘They will feel really weird til you get used to them.’ And I was out, life’s weird enough right now.

I finally settled on a a sparkly white meant to represent snow and was moved to a nail station. A worker put my chosen colour in front of me and walked off.

The customer next to me was getting her manicure before they put on the colour. I watched carefully as the worker pushed back her cuticles, remembering my last experience getting my nails done. Chopping at my cuticles until my fingers were sore. And later one was infected.

Snip. No! I screamed in my head and stood up, mumbling something about going to the toilet. That cuticle is still weird today. I’m looking at it. It’s cracked and I never had this problem before. Just not worth it.

Could I have simply requested no cuticle cutting? Maybe. But I prefer walking the long way around the outside of the shopping centre and through the car park. It’s a bit shot but atleast u won’t need antibiotics