My boyfriend Ashley had a bad habit for the past 29 years—he was a nail biter, a pen cap chewer, a grind his teeth on anything guy. Recently, he has been working on kicking his oral fixation. He's been painting his finger nails with this horrible polish, that he keeps insisting I taste with a lick—no thanks!—I use a nail clipper and don't need a foul flavor in my mouth!
He was so proud of himself after a week of not biting and photographed the tiny bit of whites that grew in... barely noticeable. He used a clipper for the first time in his life the other day. crazy!
On the nail note, I thought I would share a little steam punk art piece I made back in high school when I use to take things apart. Its an old LCD screen from a broken calculator encrusted with finishing nails. It hangs over my desk at work— a reminder of being experimental.