I’m not especially clumsy—in the sense that I don’t think that’d be one of the things people would say when describe me to someone they think had met me but had then also forgotten my name—but I’m not especially non-clumsy either. Some people never drop anything. I drop my phone, walk into the occasional door jam, etc. Pretty medium on the clumsy scale.
When it comes to my nails though I’m pretty bad. Even when I played classical guitar and was really trying to have one hand of good nails I could maybe manage to keep two intact. I keep them trim for that reason. Aside from the fact that I’d crack or rip them if I let them get long I’m also afraid I’ll scratch myself or poke my eye out by accident. Don’t want to medium clumsy around with one’s eyes…
Anyway, apparently I’m less of a nail destroyer at home because they got long without me noticing while we’ve been here social distancing. In the scope of the nail length that many people rock all the time they weren’t that long, but for me this is super long and I felt quite fancy once I noticed what’d happened. And like with the classical guitar I found them actually pretty useful for art reasons.
I was painting some tiny air dry clay pieces, and I could hold them in my nails without risking mucking the paint up. And fixing some of the permanent warp/warp starter threads in my loom was way easier with the nails… I had to pick apart multiple knots in little threads and they came apart super quickly.
But I just can’t do it. The sensation when I scratch myself is just too creepy, and once I noticed how long they were I became too aware of them and conscious that I might break one which is unpleasant. Despite the art gains of having long nails there are also drawbacks… I got a bunch of paint in them yesterday for instance, and I can only imagine the mess I’d make when I get back into the clay.
So goodbye quarantine non-manicure. Thanks for the help with the picky weaving task. Scratch ya later.