Growing up, I couldn’t wear nail polish at school, so I lived for holidays to do my nails. At my first concert without parents, my friend and I put on press-ons in a Macca’s bathroom—only for them to fall off before the night ended. Later, work had the same restrictions, and even when I could wear polish, it chipped. Salon nails ruined my nails and drained my time and money. Rediscovering press-ons was exciting, but they didn’t last or fit well. So, I created Snap Nails—press-ons that actually stay on.