The Inexplicable Love of Fingernails

My college girl Anna has brought these things into our home.

They're the 21st Century's answer to Lee Press-On Nails. She let Julia pick out a pattern, and Anna did her nails.

She fits and cuts the nail paper (or whatever you call it) first.

Then, because we do not have a blow dryer in the house, she had to hold the jamberry in a pair of tweezers, close to a warm iron, so it would curl.

Then she applied it to Julia's nail, pressed it down, and below she is trimming them.

Here's the pattern Julia picked:

The really freaky thing is this: the Jamberry Party that Anna attended was held on Facebook -- yes, true! On Facebook! Virtual parties in which people play games, win prizes, and buy product. Then the nail patterns were delivered to our door.
Here's what I picked:

Yeah. I know. I'm 51 years old and I have fingernails that look like I'm in middle school. Sigh. But it was so much fun, and they really are kind of pretty. Plus -- they last for four weeks, supposedly. I'll keep you posted on that one.

I'm a Very Plain Fingernails kinda gal, so this is rather different for me. But the girlies loved doing it. Now if I could just get the paper edges to stop catching on my yarn while I knit!
Update: 48 hours later, and the Jamberries look just as good as when we put them on!