Maybe 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
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 I had originally made six of these, but then I found 20 fat quarters in this fabric collection on eBay and, well, the rest is history.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