As a short haired girl I try to take my eyebrows seriously, although I lost my regular eyebrow girl some time ago, and partially due to laziness and apprehension, I hadn't found anyone else. This past week I finally had it and marched into a storefront that advertised only eyebrow threading. Inside were two girls and two chairs- pretty straightforward business. When it was my turn, I was motioned to a chair and then my...eyebrow specialist?...motioned for me to hold my eye shut and skin taut and she got to work. I could hear the threads humming and feel them rolling over my skin, but I kept wondering to myself whether anything was happening. I mean, there was no hot wax singeing my skin, no bracing myself for The Rip, and with no pain to mention, where was my gain, right?
But lo and behold, as I leaned forward in my chair, what to my wondering eyes should appear? Why, two perfect eyebrows shaped with nary a tear*. Who knew I had those up there! I waggled them at the Ginger, but he claimed to not notice a difference, although I suppose if someone does notice a difference then you might be hitting the tweezers a little hard (Pam Anderson, front and center!).
There was no discomfort, no hot wax, no mineral oil that makes me break out, and no swollen-red-eyebrow-skin-aftermath. Will I be back? Resounding yes.
*I know there are two sides to the eyebrow threading debate, and one side claims to feel no pain at all while the other claims that it is worse than cheetahs eating your eyeballs. I fortunately lie in the former camp, but understand that no one has the same nerve endings, so please be advised that for you, this could hurt like a mother.
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