Desperate times call for desperate measures. This happened today. I felt like I was 11 years old again. My momma used to buy me 'Lee Press on Nails' and I would clip, file and clean up my own nails so that I could stick them on and have long, pretty nails. That is when my nail obsession began. Except that as soon as I got a job and started making my own money, I started paying to have them done....until now. Smh. 

Since everything has shut down, I've been watching my acrylics grow out longer and longer hoping that 'next week' nails salons could open back up. Here we are week 6 of quarantine and that still isn't going to happen so I literally took matters into my own hands. My real nails would be far more colorful and Cardi B long, but for now, this will have to do. I'd rather have little, stubby nails than broken, grown out, paint chipping ones. Ladies, have you reached this level of desperation yet? lol