My mom had really pretty hands. Her fingers were very slender and she had long, lovely fingernails. I used to watch her clean the old polish off her nails. And I'd watch her paint her nails. And even with fingernails (not crazy long, but they were nails) she typed 110 words per minute.
I did not inherit this from her. I have really short, really soft nails. I pick at them constantly. My toenails are so tiny they are practically non-existent. I pick them too if I'm not wearing socks. It's a bit of an OCD thing for me. And once in high school I decided to take all the energy I used to pick my nails and use that energy to keep them nice... I hoped they'd look like mom's. I was quite wrong! When my nails finally started to grow tips they flattened out and kind of curved upward. Plus my OCD was kicking in and I was "clicking" my nails together constantly. I'd click my thumbnail against my finger nails... and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. So I finally just ripped them all off... and I was happy. I still rip them to shreds. But it's an OCD I can live with without much issue.
Now I do remember my mom telling the story of visiting my grandmother on my father's side. She passed away when I was 2 years old... though I do have a memory of her. But it is only one memory and not important to this story. :) So mom is talking to Grandma and telling her how "Tracy has the ugliest little fingernails... I don't know where in the world she got them." At which point Grandma raised her hand up to show the exact same fingernails that I possessed on her own hand. And of course she and mom laughed. :) So at least I come by these ugly things naturally. :)
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