There are few things that give me the heebie-jeebies.
However, I am very sensitive about my fingernails. Even in my most "minimalist," I always carried a nail file, and usually a clipper, as well. And, no, I couldn't dispense with the file, because the one on the clipper is too small and too rough. The main reason I loathe gardening is that dirt under my nails gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Nail polish also gives me a case of the shudders. Years ago, for a production of "Ladies At the Alamo," the actress playing the lead shelled out $60 for state-of-the-art artificial nails. There was no way I could afford that, and I was playing her best friend, in the same income bracket. Oh, and we were all dolled up for a formal gala. Nails were de rigeur. At the time, I was cleaning houses for a living. In spite of that, I decided to grow a set of nails, which I did. Every night at the theater, at the last possible moment, I would apply the dreaded polish, and every night, it was the first thing to come off. Wearing nail polish makes me feel as if my nails are being smothered. Major heebie-jeebies.
So, now, so many years later, my nails don't grow the way they used to. I don't know if it's an age thing, or because I type so much, but the nails on my forefingers are starting to grow in curved over the tips of my fingers, so growing my own is not an option. Therefore, as Louella Parsons...
...Wait a minute! Scathingly brilliant idea!
I shall wear gloves.
Mine are crinkled, kind of like a concertina effect. Wear and tear, I reckon.
ReplyDeleteGloves are good. I have gibbon up on my fingernails when they go into the dirt. I just scrub out the dirt with a stern scrubber of nail and soap and wattah.
ReplyDeleteVa, with the new babe has no deal about nails, as she has never had any. She is Freaked by her finger pads. She never could get through a fingerprick without fainting. The pediatrician and all docs since have used her great toe.
She was Extraordinarilly brave when she had that necessaire caesarian for Lily. That was the greatest brave test that moi has ever witnessed. Everything slides into place at one point or another.
I will go research fingernails. heh
Black elbow length rubber gloves from Ace Hardware. They are the way to go for dishwashing, cleaning and gardening. They are touch and not sweaty.
ReplyDeleteTough, that is.
ReplyDeleteI mean evening gloves, for the show.
ReplyDeleteI know that silly! I just mean that the rubbers will protect your delicate sensibilities at other times.
ReplyDeleteI want a pic of you in the evening gloves if that occurs again.
Totally with you on the nails concerns. I have to keep mine short for piano. When they grow at all I always suspect my teacher will come after me for it. (Love the Shakespearean title of your post, BTW.)
ReplyDeleteI have horribly messed up nails and nail beds due to my immune system. They rip off even when I keep them short...and even when I am doing the simplest of chores.
ReplyDeleteHello there! I think I will be back, depending on access at the new computer.
ReplyDeleteNice to see Ponder out front, hey?
Hope you are well my busy friend!
The gloves were the perfect addition. I am sorry to say I haven't read your blog in several days, and so I didn't even know that they were some sort of afterthought, or solution to a nail problem. They just looked exactly like what Louella would wear! Another testament to your true creativity. I know it sounds like I am trying to suck up or something, but really, I am just really impressed with you, by you. I really enjoyed visiting with you during gala. Thank you for inspiring me.
ReplyDelete...tracie