Their is a nail Salon, Paradise Nails, next door to one of the coffee shops I patronize. In their window are all these plastic hands with a wide variety of shapes, colors and designs of nails customers can choose from. I have seen these hands for a long time and finally stepped inside this past week to ask if I could take a photo of these hands and nails. I’ve never gone in for a couple of reason. First, the smell from the polish and remover is nauseating to me. As I walk by I can see the girls wearing masks due to the fumes. Second, even after all these years, I’m still hesitant to ask. By the way I didn’t find any that I liked.
