As funny as it sounds, polished nails tell my story. Like many others, I spent my pre-teen and teen years painstakingly maintaining my manicure. And so began my lifelong love affair with all things polish.
Detour to Beauty School…with my mother
Following high school, I went far, far away to college on a full academic scholarship to study graphic art, but detoured home after two years and a stint in Europe. While deciding my next move, I went to cosmetology school and became a licensed nail technician. I actually went to beauty school with my mother. We finished our hourly requirements at the exact same minute and took our State Boards side-by-side. Mom is gone now; but I know she’d be following this blog and liking every post. To this day, I’m still licensed as a Managing Manicurist by the Ohio State Board of Cosmetology.
A Nail Client Benefactor
After dutifully doing manicures for almost two years, my best client insisted I finish college and wanted to pay for it. Yes, you read that right! I went back to college full-time and continued my nail career until I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree. My client’s only stipulation was that one day I pay it forward in some way. Such an amazing gift. I never charged her for another manicure, of course. True and awesome story.
Then I started my “desk” job and nails went by the wayside. After an MBA and over a dozen years in the defense business, life was dull and my nails were duller. I wore the exact same sheer pink OPI for years. I needed a creative outlet…badly. Then one day something wonderful happened; my young daughter asked me to do her nails. That single request evolved into work / play / polish. I cringe at those early posts! But I’ve learned a lot and made some amazing friends along the way.
Thanks for reading my story and visiting my little nail polish place on the interwebs. Have any questions? Feel free to contact me.