Today is the last day I have a photo of my super long talons. Well, they were super long for me.
My nails never really grew well and I was so annoyed because my mom has always had these amazing long nails that are like iron. She always said mine would get stronger and grow faster as I got older but I didn't believe her. Well, she was right. What she didn't mention is that it wasn't going to happen until I was in my mid-thirties.
Here's what I learned about being able to grow my nails: it was dangerous. I cannot tell you how many times I scratched myself and Matt as well as accidentally poking the cats in the eye. I also had a mishap in which I ended up poking my nail up into Dita's nose. Kitty nose goo is not pleasant.
So I had to file these bad boys down to a much more manageable length. And I couldn't be more pleased. I still have some length but I'm far less dangerous. Lesson learned.
Anyway, here are the final shots of my talons and sporting a new polish I adore in spite of a small complaint.