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I've always felt like everyone—but me—has their own 'thing'; an interest or a talent or simply just a passion, something your heart beats a little harder for. Over the years I've found mine to be flaky; it's always whatever show I'm watching or the latest snack I've discovered, but I'm old enough now to know that that doesn't really count for much. Armani's is fashion, Torin's is football, Daniel's is music, Chanel's is hair, even Nehemiah has art, despite how humbly he loves to downplay his gift for it. Tiegan's just so happens to be my favourite of all: nails. Give that girl ten fingers and some nail polish; she can work wonders.
From the tender age of 8, Tiegan's been shadowing her mum and the faithful employees that work beneath her in her multipurpose beauty parlour, Amour, learning, perfecting and mastering her craft. By the time she turned 11, she had the expertise down pat and by 13, her mum had given in to her incessant begging to start practising on real customers—not just me and Chanel. And now, before her 16th birthday in March, she's finally starting her own nail business, and I don't think I've ever been so excited about something that has absolutely nothing to do with me in my life. Tiegan's been my best friend since before I can remember, she stars in most of my core memories and we've both seen each other through it all, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows—her wins feel like my wins, and so I'll forever celebrate them with her.
Before the madness accompanied with running your own business can consume her, we're all celebrating this milestone together. Tiegan insisted we don't do anything major till her site is up and running on Wednesday, so today she'd opted for an intimate, cosy meal at TGI Friday's. Despite our 3 o'clock reservation, the only person sat around our seven-seater booking five minutes past the hour, is me. The boys are running late scrambling for last minute congratulatory gifts, while Tiegan had insisted on 'quickly' doing Chanel's nails for the occasion. I'm pretty sure they surpassed the benchmark for quick when their impromptu appointment hit an hour, but I digress. I had one job today—pick up the cake—and I'd done that; as long as the others show up within our fifteen minute grace period, I don't mind the wait.
