Queen Snapper photo shoot on Sunday. This gem was captured by Madison Hurley.
Here's the truth. I think we all know by now that I'm pretty rough and tumble. I keep my nails trimmed to a smart length. I have bad reactions to gel nail polish and regular polish smudges or chips within a day. I now wear fake nails in photo shoots where my nails matter. Mr. Snapper selected some "stab a bitch" stiletto nails for this shoot.
The nails look great. You'll see them in another post later. The problem is that I'm barely functional in fake nails. I tape them on with special nail tape, then pop them off as soon as I'm done wearing them. I can't mess with my hair because it will get caught on the tape beneath the fake nail. The one time I wore fake nails while performing, I lost a nail while I was removing my corset.
Can't fix my hair, can't remove my clothes.
Oh yeah, and I couldn't put on my own crown.
That's where Mr. Snapper stepped in. He had to peel this jersey knit dress off of me after futzing with the crown a few times.
With all the glamour of Queening, performing and modeling, this is the real shit.