So, with that kind of emotional baggage, you can understand my reluctance to get my eyebrows done. My whole identity revolved around being REAL. Hair color and eyebrow waxing were for shallow girlie women who secretly hated themselves and were insecure about their appearance. My husband liked me the way I was. I liked me the way I was. Mostly. Well, sometimes. And above all, I didn't want to get my eyebrows done just because most of my friends thought I should. If I was going to do it, I would do it because I wanted to do it.
So I waited more than a month. (Bad writing alert: I started three straight paragraphs with the word, "so". The floggings shall commence immediately.) I waited, because I am stubborn and spiteful. And I looked at my eyebrows in the mirror every morning; with each passing day they began to look bushier. Finally I capitulated. I called Kari Rawlings of New Reflections Salon and made an appointment for myself and Jessica, my lovely fellow Sister-OutLaw.
My handsome but annoying husband overheard the conversation and smirked as I got off the phone.
"I knew you would end up doing it. If Amidey wants you to do something, you always do it."
If he hadn't been holding a reciprocating saw, I might have socked him. Instead, I stuck my tongue out and put my fingers in my ears.
And then I ran.
What a dork. (Him, not me.) (As if I needed to tell you that.) (Right?)
So, last Wednesday we went. Amidey came along to document the process. We are nothing if not dedicated bloggers, after all.
Behold, the videos.
Worse than the waxing, however, was the tweezing that commenced after the camera was turned off. Dude. That really hurt. I was yelping and crying and making a complete fool of myself in the chair. Okay not really. But I saved up the pain and went home and cried like a baby later that night.
And here, we are, Jessica and myself, after the ordeal was over.
The funny thing is... I don't know that I see a whole lotta difference. Do you?
AfterYikes - take a look at the wrinkles around those eyes!? Whoa, baby - I think a little botox might be called for here! I mean, hey, I'm already well down the slippery slope of appearance artifice, right? Why stop now? I could be young forever -- Wheeeeeee!
What's that? Too late, you say? TOO LATE?! Are you calling me... OLD!?
&$*&@! so called "friends"! Who needs you, anyway! :stalks off to make voodoo dolls:
You will rue the day you mocked the Funny Farmer!
Scared yet? No? :sigh:
OH! Wanna know what my husband said when he got home that night and saw my new brows?
Nothing. He didn't even notice.