Saturday, March 28, 2020

Non-Essentail Nail Tech is Busy Being Non-Essential

The Art of Nailz by Maggie is currently closed!
I am taking the stay-at-home order to slow the spread of COVID-19 down seriously. 
I will not be offering services during this time.

And here's the long-winded, slightly manic rant that I know you all expect:

First off-- I never wanted to be an  "essential" worker. I've always said that I love that no one's going to die if I miss a day of work.

I never thought I'd be in a situation where someone might die if I DON'T miss a day of work!

I love that over the years, I have had so many wonderful, loyal clients who feel that I am essential to them but let's face it-- if the worst thing that happens in all this is that you need a new set the next time you see me, we're gonna call that a win.

You are not going to die if you don't get your nails done. However, we are currently dealing with a situation where you might die if you do get them done.

Or you might kill your nail lady.

Or you might kill your nail lady's mom.

Or your nail lady might have forgotton to wipe down the gas pump when she filled up on her way into town and then I probably touched my face before I got around to washing my hands.

The point is-- the world does not need me right now.

I know you want me, but let's not get confused.

I am busy chillin, staying healthy, and helping others stay healthy too.

No. I won't be doing nails on the sly at my home or yours.

I've considered the risks all along the way and continue to re-evaluate my personal opinions on a daily basis.

At this time, the risks to myself, my clients, my loved ones, and my community are just too great for me to justify.

OK. That wasn't very long or manic or even terribly rant-y. That's the advantage of having backspace and delete buttons.

Believe me-- I've gone on 30 different rants and shouted several curse words while calling nearly everyone on the planet a variety of creatively insulting names and declaring myself the ultimate authority on all things concerning wisdom and truth.

I know my clients, colleagues, and personal friends are deeply saddened by the edits.

As much as I miss my glitter and rhinstones, it should surprise no one who knows me well that the part of social distancing that is most challenging for me is the lack of a captive audience.

I miss you guys!

Thursday, March 19, 2020

I Interrupt This Apocalypse to Bring You an Important Message

Honestly, I'd prefer one of these...but it looks like somone delivered Corona by mistake.

So, in light of the current Coronavirus pandemic, online scheduling is currently unavailable.

If you need to get ahold of me, text me at 559-640-7319.

Sorry folks,
Stay well.


Wednesday, September 18, 2019

New Online Booking in Progress

You might notice that some of the online booking links are broken and if you end up at Square Appointments, it won't let you book there anymore.

That's because I hit a snag with that service and have opted to go with a different online scheduling provider.

Online appointments are now being booked on Shedul! If you're an existing client, you'll have to register with the new service. If you have any trouble, you can always text me at (559) 640-7319 and I'll be happy to help figure it out with you.

Bear with me, folks, updating all the links on every page takes some time! I'm working on it!

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Now Seeking New Victims I mean-- Clients!

These are my nails. It's been a very long time since I had product on my nails at all and I've been working as a ranch hand for the last 8 months.

Over all, I've been really proud of how well I've managed to care for my hands, but there are few more calluses than look good in photos and my cuticles are are far from model-worthy.

Not to mention-- I'm still helping on the ranch and I have a lot of typing to do.

My own nails are not my best advertisement.

I'd love to do some more long nails...and some more coffin nails...and some more of these rhinestone clusters...and some more...

You get the picture.

Or rather, you could BE the picture!

I recently expanded my available hours and I'm accepting new clients now. So click on the "Book Now" button (it might be at the bottom of the page if you're on your phone) and help me expand and update my portfolio!


Friday, January 18, 2019

Did You Notice my Name Changed?

Don't worry, it confuses me too!

No. I did not get married and, no, I did not get unmarried.

"Maggie" has always been a nickname-- it's short for "Marjorie."

It's a bit of an unconventional nickname for Marjorie but it's traditional as "Marjorie" is the French version of the name "Margaret" (which is English-- and my spelling is the Scottish spelling, just FYI) so I'm totally allowed to use any of the nicknames associated with Margaret.

When I went into nails in 1992 I was 22 years old. For a long time I just went by "Marge" because it was really easy to tell people "Marge, like Simpson."

But what would peoples' first image be of a nail tech named "Marge" when they asked someone "who does your nails?"

Well the first image that popped into my head (in 1992) was Madge, the Palmolive lady.

Remember her?

I was a 22 year old newbie with lots of energy and passion for my new career. I was all about acrylic talons and loads of nail art!

The last thing I wanted people thinking of when they heard my name was a dish soap commercial from the 60s!

So I decided to go with "Maggie." Hoping it sounded younger, more fun, and more artsy.

It seems to have done the trick.

But how did my last name change? That's slightly more complicated:

Mom took her maiden name back when she got divorced, but she didn't want to pay to have my name changed so she never did.

I grew up using her last name and through a series of "things were different back then" circumstances with the Social Security Administration and a replacement SS card in my teens-- I ended up with her last name on all my documents...except my birth certificate.

So, in 2016, when my BFF and I decided to take a trip to Cartagena, Colombia (Like in Romancing the Stone-- we might be 80's girls) and I finally applied for a passport-- I hit a wall of post 9/11 Patriot Act bureaucracy that forced me to change all my paperwork back to my legal name.

For consistency's sake, I continue to use my known name (Maggie Franklin) as my working name (also, it's what I recognize and answer to,) but for legal reasons-- I am officially Marjorie Hare to the State Board of Cosmetology.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

I Think I'm In Love (with Hybrid Gels)

Polygel extensions sculpted on forms in a variety of colors.
They come in a variety of names: "Polygel," "Acrygel," "Hybrid Nails," and all of the names are a little misleading when it comes to the true chemistry involved with the products.

For Nail Nerds like me-- that can trigger a nervous twitch.

But the companies that are making them call them what they call them and I'm kinda stuck with that.

No matter what they're called-- these high viscosity sculpting gels are my new favorite toy!

I'm still experimenting with the variety of brands and colors available before choosing a favorite, but so far these things have stood up to some abuse.

They can be sculpted very thin-- or not so thin-- to meet your needs.

They're lightweight, more flexible than acrylic and stronger than thinner gel products.

They're also odorless and less dusty to file than other products.

They aren't officially on the service menu yet, since I'm still in testing mode, but if you want to give them a try, shoot me a message (559-640-7319) and let me know!

Text me: (559)640-7319

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Long Time No Post

In case you've  been wondering what I've been up to since announcing my intention to retire from a 25 year career as a professional nail artist back in 2017...

Well first, I moved to South Lake Tahoe to live in a tiny cottage with a dog that hated me and live my life as a hermit I mean, writer.

As it turns out, I'm not really an introvert who thrives on silence and solitude.

Maybe I should have guessed that from spending 25 years talking my tongue out to every poor soul who dared to let me hold their hands for an hour?

Well, maybe you knew already knew, but it was news to me.

I lost the dog in the dead of winter and the tiny cottage got tinier, colder, and lonelier.

A year after moving to Tahoe, I found myself-- much to my surprise-- back in the central valley spending my days helping a buddy get his calf operation off the ground.


Yup, that's what I said. I went from spending my days covered in dust and glitter to spending my days covered in mud and...shall we just say "cow?"

 But baby cows...How could I refuse?

How did I go from one extreme to the other? Swing by for a nail appointment some time and I'll give you the short version. (Lie. It is a well-known fact that I am unable to tell the short version of any story!)