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Wax torture and other joys of life

My eyeMaybe I should be getting my eyebrows waxed more frequently. I knew I was in for it when the sweet little Korean lady looked above my eyes and said “Oooh, a lot!” Nothing like a giddy wax-wielding spa employee to make one feel like some kind of gorilla.

15 minutes, a little bit of wax, and an inordinate amount of plucking later, I am gorgeous again, albeit throbbing in my forehead region. The wax, I can deal with. But the plucking – oh! the plucking. I found myself trying to remember that I had given birth twice and this couldn’t possibly be as bad as that. But the truth of the matter is that the memory of childbirth has faded enough in 4 years that I could swear it was not as bad as the enthusiastic plucking I was enduring.

Ah, well. It’s over now, and in retrospect I wish I had tipped her more, since clearly I went in there as some kind of scary monster and came out a delicate fawn. Talent like that deserves some recognition.

And in the You Can Dress Me Up But You Can’t Take Me Out category: I wandered into Panera, wearing my lovely Freshcut wrapapround skirt, black t-shirt and cute black sandals, while my eyebrows were still stinging, and used a gift card on a cup of tea and a shortbread cookie. To go. I put my delicious cup of British Breakfast tea in the van’s cup holder and headed home. Well, it seems the dimensions of this particular cup (read: tall and skinny) did not agree with the van’s idea of what a cup should be (read: short and squat). The first right turn I took, over went the cup, splashing hot tea onto my bare legs. Um, ouch. Thank goodness I like to put about a half gallon of milk in my tea, or that sucker would have hurt more than my darn eyebrows (which, not surprisingly, I forgot all about, once my legs were engulfed in a scalding beverage. While driving.) By the time I got home, the tea on my legs was clammy and dripping slowly down from calf to ankle. That’s a really pleasant sensation, let me tell you Embarassed

I have to leave in five minutes to help set up the last-day-shindig at the boys’ Vacation Bible School, and I’m hoping I manage to do it without injury. Before I go, though, I wanted to show you the napkins I finished up last night! I had originally made six of these, but then I found 20 fat quarters in this fabric collection on eBay and, well, the rest is history. Now I have 26 napkins, and I hope I’m done. I have visions of matching placemats dancing in my head, but I’m trying to convince them to stop dancing. It’s really distracting Smile


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10 thoughts on “Wax torture and other joys of life

  1. I am so with you on the eyebrows thing! Funny how the hair on my head is way thinner than I’d like, but I’m capable of sporting some seriously heavy caterpillars on my face. Stupid genes. And I’m way too wimpy to pluck them myself (I sometimes make Ray do it!), so I get them waxed, and it never gets any more fun. I’ve contemplated getting it done permanently (laser or electrolysis), but haven’t gotten around to pricing it yet.

  2. I just love that “Oh my eyes look pretty!” feeling when they are freshly plucked. (I’m too cheap to get them waxed.) I like having next-to-no eyebrows. When I’m old I’ll be one of those ladies who has to draw her eyebrows on. LOL!

  3. “Stupid genes” is right. My father has more hair on him than anyone I’ve ever met. My mother has a thin layer of peach fuzz – you can barely see her eyebrows or her arm/leg hair. Guess who I take after. Not fair.

    I had never waxed until I had had my first baby (when I guess my plucking time went to things like making sure I got to take a shower). And now that I have time to pluck, I can’t seem to get past how much faster waxing is. And for how often I do it (every month or two) it’s not terribly expensive. I tend to wait for special occasions. Or the rare moment when both kids are somewhere else 😉

  4. Oh LOL Lisa…wax on/wax off!
    Maybe you better carry some of those beautiful napkins in the van!
    Hope your day got, well….less painful!

  5. Thank you, yes, my painful streak didn’t continue thankfully. I made it through the rest of the day relatively unscathed.

  6. Actually, there is hairiness on your mother’s side too. Believe me.

    Anyway, yours truly does not get her eyebrows waxed, though I pluck mine obsessively. Oh no – I get Brazilian waxes though, and there are only two people that can tell when I’ve gotten that done! 🙂 – and trust me if you think eyebrow waxes are painful, you should try one of those.

    However, I’ve already written my own “hair rant” blog entry, but it was before you joined LJ.

    Congrats on the pretty brows! 🙂

  7. Oh, that post was funny – I am not that obsessive about my hair, but I certainly like to complain about it 😉 My leg hair is dark and thick, and if I shave them in the morning, I get a 5:00 shadow on them by evening. One winter I thought I’d try to not shave them at all and see if maybe the friction would help make it stop growing. Unfortunately, Neil took my hairy legs personally and I had to stop my experiment or risk him thinking I’ve let myself go 😉

  8. I first had my eyebrows waxed about 4 months ago. It is great! Quick & painful! I’ve never gone back! Seriously though, I know what you mean by “doing it on a special occasion”. I do pluck them as needed but it’s weird trying to explain what I’m doing to my 3 & 4 year olds. They just stare at me like I’m some space creature….a hairy eyebrowed space creature!

  9. A coworker dragged me along with her when I was pregnant with my first, and since then I’ve gone every couple of months, when I could escape the zoo -er, the house 😉 And yeah, the boys totally don’t get plucking!

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