or fifteen years, this stylish beauty has been gracing the Jersey area with flair and a style all her own. Trinette Williams is by far one of the most decorated and creative ladies in the community. Her nails are a collaborative effort with one of the leading ladies in the industry, and she knows what she wants upon arrival. Trinette is a survivor, and her nails have symbolism only a few can comprehend. After being told her nails needed cutting a few years ago while battling Breast Cancer. During her chemotherapy, they grew with a vengeance. They gave her a sense of strength, like in the story of Sampson and Delila. Just as his hair was his source of power, her battle seemed to equate to his long mane. They were her sign to remain positive, a source of strength only she could internalize. She feels within their determination to grow lies the ability and signs of healing. While all other attributes faded from the lifesaving treatments, they accelerated as if daring the rest of her body to fail them. It became impossible to ignore and the thought of them not being there gave her a sense of impending doom. She could not help but feel that without their extreme length, the ability to have a full recovery felt bleak. Her
war was not quite over, and the battle again continues yet they remain strong. Her bi-weekly trips to her only trusted Nail Tech are taken in stride. Her positive attitude comes with the remembrance of all she’s suffered and the inner strength they give. A quirk within her strong faith and unwillingness to succumb. With all this notable wisdom and endurance, she had to endure the dreaded question of how you wipe yourself. With a straight face and Northern temperance, she typically states she does not and tells them their husband does it for her. Needless to say, the inquisition ends there, and the humor is within their perplexed look. Such a rude question deserves an answer that throws one back according to Trinette and most ladies in the community. Jobs in her past were not often an issue and her freedom to shine as a bartender in her brother’s bar was freeing. As a bus driver, she had to be conscious of how long they grew. Both creating attention but not a distraction from her skills. She frowns upon that attitude: she is incapable of doing regular activities and most insulting of all nasty, unclean, or in any way neglectful of hygienic care. When I asked, Trinette if she felt her passion for nails TREME NAILS MAGAZINE • 17
