I knew better before I did this. I KNEW BETTER! It was the week before my vacation. I did all of the normal errands every girl has to do better a big trip. Nails: check. Spray tan: check. Cute travel sizes from of all my favorite products from JSH and Sephora: check. Packed too many outfits, flip-flops, accessories and bathing suits: double check. Brows and (embarrassingly enough) upper lip hair removal (yes, if you’re a guy reading this, this is one of the necessary evils that we have to do as women. Get over it. God gave us hair there. Thank us for removing it): not check. I figured I would be fine. I thought letting my brows grow in over vacation, I’ll come back looking like a young Brooke Shields. FAIL MOMENT! It took one look in the passenger side mirror to catch a glimpse of that peach fuzz shining in all its glory, magnified by the sun. Great. Well, it’s too late to do anything at this point right? Desperate times call for desperate measures. After a quick Google search I found a little place that specializes in waxing (you will soon learn “specializes” should be used loosely). I met my “waxing specialist” and she walked me back to a room no larger than a coat closet with one waxing table and a tiny side table for her tools. She left the room for a moment, which gave me a chance to take in the entire scene. I should have thought twice when I realized she had a giant crock pot switched to “warm.” In my head I thought “Oh my gosh, this is not her wax. Surely she is whipping up a bowl of chili for all of her coworkers, her hard working husband, or perhaps for her children after a long day of studying at school.” I was wrong. It was her wax. I prayed to the cosmetology gods above that she didn’t double dip (which can cause contamination …in laymen’s terms is just plain nasty) and can thankfully report she didn’t. At this point, I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have just let the local nail technician take a spin at this. So much for being “specialized.” Note to self next time check CitySearch or Yelp more thoroughly. Anyways, I survived and took care of both “situations” for about $20.00. I actually thought she did a good job. UNTIL THE NEXT DAY! I now am rocking a lovely set of red bumps and nice white lines where the wax seared my skin above my brows and my lip. As I stand behind the chair and look in the mirror each day this week, I am not entirely sure that it isn’t getting worse. So frustrating.
Okay so here’s the moral of the story. Wasilla (our in house esthician @JSH) is INCREDIBLE! I normally get her to thread my brows and lip. It’s a different experience if you haven’t tried it before, but I leave her chair looking more beautiful than I did when I sat down. I would never leave her room and watch my brows develop some freakish case of the chicken pox or draw more attention to hair removal in an area that is already a sensitive subject in the first place. She educates you with years of experience and not to mention is the most genuine person you will ever meet. I cheated on her and I learned my lesson…the hard way. Hope you can get a little laugh from my horror story and seriously ladies, don’t make the same mistake. You can even send your men too if they need a little TLC on their brows. I have seen plenty of men sneak in and out, look just as masculine before and I’m sure she makes them feel totally comfortable about the matter. Trust me on this one, if you’re looking for someone to take care of your hair removal needs come see her. You can thank me later!
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