To wax my upper lip or not, that is the question…
So last week, I did it. I got my eyebrows waxed. I no longer look like I have brown fuzzy caterpillars waging war against each other on my forehead. Now, they are sexay caterpillars, finely tuned and toned caterpillars, with their backs arched coyly.
It went something like this:
EYEBROW THINNING GIRL: Ok, I’m going to put this wax on so hold real still.
ME: HOLY GOD IN HEAVEN THAT IS REALLY HOT.
EYEBROW GIRL: Well, it actually hurts less when it’s this hot.
ME: Then let ‘er burn.
EYEBROW GIRL: Ok, now I’m going to put this strip of cotton on. *pat pat YANK*
EYEBROW GIRL: Yeah, I don’t tell you when I’m going to yank heh heh. But that wasn’t so bad was it?
ME: Hmm. Well, it was easier than childbirth, so yeah, I guess it wasn’t so bad.
EYEBROW GIRL: Ok, ready for the next one?
ME: Oh I am so ready.
(Editor’s note: I didn’t really say this, because that would be uber dorky. I probably just nodded.)
EYEBROW GIRL: Ok, next eyebrow. *slaps on wax, pats on cotton, yanks*
ME: *barely flinch and quite proud that I barely flinch*
EYEBROW GIRL: Hmm, let me use some tweezers and thin these out. *pluck pluck pluck*
ME: *fighting the urge to slug her as this HURTS WAY WORSE THAN THE WAXING*
EYEBROW GIRL: Ok, here you go, nice shapely eyebrows!
ME: *still fighting urge to slug her as it still smarts*
EYEBROW GIRL: Oh, by the way, you’ll still have to pluck. Just so you know.
I gotta say though, I am in deep smit with my eyebrows now. I can’t help preening in front of the mirror with my perfectly arched brows, and fluttering my eyelashes a bit. I did this in front of Lance and said, “Notice anything different?” *flutter flutter* and he was like “Umm, nope.” Yeah, well, maybe folks aren’t looking at my eyebrows like I feared they were.
Now to tackle that mustache like thing hanging above my upper lip….