Well it’s been a while. To be honest I got a bit distracted by something else I’ve been doing (I’ve been writing for this), but I’m coming to terms with multiple blog personas so I’m back.
And with what more worthy a topic than…eyebrows. Well you can’t just come back with a big life changing topic after several months off can you?
So I had my eyebrows tweezed this morning. To some of you this is perhaps not noteworthy. Maybe you have tweezed/waxed your eyebrows for years. Maybe you don’t care about the perfect arch and have never even considered it. Maybe you are a man and don’t even know what I’m on about. Or maybe like me you have secretly wondered if you did it whether it would turn you into a siren.
Well I’m here to report that having perfect eyebrows does not make you look slimmer. I know it was an unlikely outcome but you can but hope.
So how did I make the momentous leap? I was trying to have a haircut which I hadn’t remembered to book. They couldn’t fit me in at the hairdressers so I wandered hopelessly down Abbeydale Road in the pouring rain and randomly decided to take the leap. I know, why eyebrows? Why not a leg wax, a new shade of paint or a tattoo? (Abbeydale Road has a lot to offer on a rainy Friday morning you know). Well they didn’t have much time, I have very little cash and I’m a wimp.
I suggested the use of wax. The beautician sucked air through her teeth. Well probably not but it’s a lovely image isn’t it? Anyway she suggested tweezers. I don’t need to go into much detail sufficed to say she pulled out lots of hairs that were frankly invisible to the human eye. The first eye didn’t hurt much, the second one was agony. Again I’m exaggerating for effect but it’s creative licence.
Afterwards she showed me the results. And then put some make up on to cover up the red bit of skin that “had undergone trauma”. I hope it doesn’t need counselling.
I came home and after several hours asked the girls if my eyebrows looked different. They looked at me for a prolonged period then said “no”. I don’t blame them. I can’t see any difference either. It was a pretty pointless exercise being ginger and all.
I will be back to the salon. Because the beautician was actually lovely and I deserve a treat every now and again. But maybe next time it’ll be something with a more noticeable outcome, or at the very least less pain. And I still need a flipping haircut…