Know what's really ugly? Red chipped polish on your fingernails.

Know what's really fun? Chipping red polish off your fingernails... Go figure.

Yes, aren't they dear? I can't stop chipping them, it's very addicting and strangely satisfying...and I'm too lazy to clean and paint them, so this is how they'll stay. Maybe in a day or two all the polish will be gone, and poof! problem solved.

Despite their current 20$ hooker appearance, I LOVE my nails. You see, all my life I've been a nail biter. Sure, a few times I was able to grow them out, but sure enough, a month would pass and I would be back to my familiar nubs. I've had these suckers for over a month now, maybe even two. Heck, they've been long, so long, that I can't even remember when I stopped biting! Miraculous. I'm not quite sure how I've managed to keep them long, and oh so elegant, for so long now, but I think it has something to do with the spirit of my recently deceased Grandmother.
Let me explain.

As far back as I can remember, one of the most fascinating things about my Grandma was her long and perfect nails. My mother keeps her nails short (she's probably responsible for giving me the biting itch, thanks Mom), so her long and natural nails was always the topic of our conversations. We'd hold hands and I'd inspect her nails, and she'd point to them one by one, and talk about recent breaks, and chips. She always encouraged me to grow mine out, but I just couldn't do it. Until now.

So, just like people honor their late loved ones with shrines or tattoos, I keep my nails long for my Grandma. I'm actually very sad she's not here to see them. Funny, because they're just fingernails. I have a feeling though, that she just might be watching over these nails, keeping them long, healthy, and in her words, "purdy". Thanks Grandma :)