The Monthly Nail Dilemma: Where Beauty Meets Brainstorming
It’s been about three years since I first stepped foot into a nail salon.
Back then, I was all fluttery excitement—dreaming of boosting my "feminine charm" as I headed off to my appointment. That memory still sparkles fondly in my mind.
Since that day, nail appointments have become one of my little joys—an event I look forward to each month.
But here lies a mystery:
Why is it that such a sparkly, happy place becomes the gathering site… for furrowed brows?
The answer is simple: I must hold a strategy meeting for my next nail design.
Because I care.
Because I love getting my nails done.
And because a not-quite-right design means spending the next month with a faint cloud hanging over my fingertips.
Which is why, for the sake of future me (approximately 30 days from now), present me must come up with the best possible plan—right here in this chair.
Depending on the salon, there are different systems.
Some offer seasonal designs to choose from. Others allow what’s called a “bring-your-own” style—you search for your favorite design beforehand and consult with the technician when booking.
Now, while “bring-your-own” gives you the freedom to truly reflect your taste…
That very freedom opens the door to a storm of indecision.
Design.
Color.
To add embellishments or not.
Length. Shape.
…It’s endless.
Ah, the sweet agony of choice.
But the deeper I think, the deeper I sink.
Lately, in an effort to contain this lovely chaos, I often select from the salon’s carefully curated seasonal designs. They’re stunning, after all.
Even so, the question of color still haunts me.
I can’t try every shade, so I whisper back and forth with my own thoughts:
“Hmm… this one’s cute.”
“But is it me?”
“Maybe that muted pink?”
And somehow—vaguely, instinctively—this month’s nails are born.
Still, I love my time at the nail salon.
My fingertips are reborn, glistening.
The nail artist's skill and charm never fail to impress me.
This once-a-month joy has become something quietly essential to my life.
(Seriously—thank you, nail artists everywhere.)
Yes, it’s a happy story.
But still—this was the tale of “The Nail Salon Where Foreheads Furrow.”