On Fingernail Painting

So we went to Fairmount Nail Salon to get our nails did. I agonized over choosing between a metallic blue, a deep purple or a rich and dark red. In the end, as you can probably tell//could have picked up from an earlier post, I went with purple. I have had three paid-for manicures, all of which have taken place since this past August. When I was younger I never got too into nail polish. I liked the idea of it, but whenever I applied it myself I was never overly pleased with the results. In my teens I'm sure I had at least one of those morbidly named colors, like rotting sexpot or festering dahlia, perhaps a silver thrown in there at some point (I did go through quite a silver sparkly eye makeup phase). My lack of experience in this area of comestic beauty/hygiene makes it hard to really understand the difference between, say, a $10 manicure or a $90 manicure or, you know, a $32,000 manicure. This manicure lasted less than a week in its overall splendor...less than a few hours before its initial imperfections. K. opened a door and one of her nails got jacked. I zipped my jacket and got a gash in my nail coating. Now, I don't really care all that much, and $10 is definitely not a lot of money...but, I can't help but wonder whether a more expensive place would produce more resistant a nail job. Do people with fancy manicures have other people to zip their jackets and open doors? I guess washing their own dishes, flushing their own toilet or cleaning their own cat's litterbox are also not frequent nail chipping worries. What?
K. went with a sort of berry red, except not red red, more pinkish red. In the future I hope I will make more of a point to write down or otherwise remember the colors of my polish.
The Fairmount Nail Salon was perfect for what we were looking for: a little bit of silly 'girly' fun on a rainy day with a dear cousin. The space is definitely rough around the edges, lacking in much primping or ambience. The television was playing Who Wants To Marry A Millionaire, the seating area for those waiting consisted of a row of folding chairs and the actual chairs for the manicures were office chairs that had definitely seen better days. I have a lot of thoughts about chairs, it seems.