Number 1 Nails

I absolutely love this salon! I live near Lewisburg, and I make the trip here. No one does my nails so wonderfully! Also, this is the only salon that I have found in the area that speaks wonderful English. You understand them perfectly and there is no «what?!» They are very up front with their pricing. No surprises when you go to pay. I wanted ombré nails. The lady said the closest they could do is mood gel color! They were so correct. When your hands are warm, it’s a medium shade purple. Cold, a dark gray. When it’s in the process of switching you can see the ombré effect. The pictures of it changing really does not do it justice. I tried the best I could. Not easy to catch on a photo.
I’d also love to add– I went to pay & my card was declined. My bank wasn’t allowing me to do any purchase over 20 $ due to a glitch. My fill & gel polish cost 30 $. They allowed me to leave my die we license so I could go to the ATM to retrieve the rest of the money. I think she saw how massively panicked I was. I was so thankful she allowed me to do this that I gave her a very nice tip. She was so surprised and kept telling me I way over payed her.
No way! Most businesses would have made a huge deal about it because they completed service before payment. I payed more that half. I couldn’t believe the issue. I will continue to go to this salon for all of my fills and acrylic tip needs.

I’ve come in this salon a handful of times throughout the years and usually I have always had a great experience. 6 months ago I had the absolute worst experience. I felt humiliated by the young kid doing my mani and pedi. He was so obnoxious and rude to me that I swore I would never return. Then yesterday morning I came in for an emergency gel french mani because they take walkins and no other salons were open at the hour. I ended up having the most lovely experience and the most beautiful manicure from a woman who works there. So it’s a hit or miss establishment depending on who is taking care of you.

I’ve gone two times to Number 1 Nails. The first time was fine. The second time, the pedicurist was an 18-​year old male who was very chatty and personally offensive. I don’t think he meant to be per se, but he was argumentative about my lifestyle (single woman living alone), my profession (teacher), the calluses on my feet and how his mother runs and «doesn’t have that problem,» my vacation, and my choice to have foster children. However, I remained courteous because I reminded myself of his immaturity. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be returning.