This is the last time I will hear the familiar click of acrylic on keys. After over 12 years of nearly continuous wear, I am removing my acrylic nails.

In Reno, where air-brushing was part of the deal, I would get fantastical designs. Come Halloween, I’d have a witch flying across a moon over a nighttime cityscape on every nail. Recently, its been French manicures, but with color.

But I no longer have desire I once had to maintain them the way they should be. So I am saying goodbye to my nails. I will miss them, but its time.