Guilty of being an over-tweezer. I walked into my manicurist about a week ago to complain about the scabs that had begun to form on the ends of my eyebrows. I asked her to put some gel on them and they were done. During the session, my friend sat right next to me and she silentlyider said that my eyebrows were so ugly because I didn’t have any brows. I know that’s a silly thing to say, but she was right.
I spent the day getting my eyebrows sorted. The manicurist explained how to shape and fill in my brows. She tried several tweezers on my eyelid to get the hair off, and remove tiny lines that I could see. After looking at her closely, I agree with her assessment.
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The day was done and my brows were done. I looked in the mirror as I walked out of the salon and I looked crazy. My thick brows were done, and now I looked like I had no brows at all. I looked like I hadColdfeeted.
I know I don’t have brows, but somehow, the hairspray didn’t bother them. It was a bit like a body spray commercial — the hairspray keeps falling from the sky and lands on your face.
I walked home and immediately started doing my eyebrows. The first thing I noticed was how red and bright my eyebrows were. Then I noticed how much thinner my brows were than they were before.Oh, and did I mention how red and bright they were?
I looked like I was ready to go for a night out with my crush. Instead, I ended up with this crazy look that I would happily not ever share with anyone.
All my friends tried to look at my brows while they talked to me, hoping to see how it looked. I only wanted to give the right signals: look closely, smile, look at me, and let the chat continue…
Forced brows to grow back.
The first day after the brow lift, I took an eyebrow pencil and colored in my brows. I wanted to make sure the color was visible from at least three feet away. Then I used the eyebrow pencil to color in the extra hairs that were showing.
I took the next week off work, and got a professional facial done. My eyebrows were indeed fuzzy and were badly shaped. I was happy to see they looked better.Week 2After a week of growing out the new brows, I went to my revision haircut appointment. They were much thinner and easier to see. I loved the way they felt on my fingers touch — they were beautifully shaped. This was such a happy day.
The next day was my summer beach vacation and I was itching to get out there and Experienced the refreshing weather. I never experienced anything like it in my life. Before I got on the plane to Long Island, I got a manicure and pedicure. While my feet were being polished, the professionals looked at my hair and carefully trimmed the unmanageable five o’clock shadow. It instantly made me feel better and special.
The next day, I showed up for work and was beadsitted into my new style. It was so cute and made me feel special. I couldn’t wait to show my friends. That afternoon, after lunch with my girlfriends, we decided to go dancing. My hair was still pretty wild as ever, and I liked it. I got the whole works, including a cap and a bottle of super hold hair spray.
I stumbled home as the rain started to fall. The house was living up to itspuny asbestos paint, and my stubborn haired pri Carmen cared only about rocking my floor. I got onto the floor and everyone eyes were fixed on me. I noticed the floor up, and my hairdresser helped me get it back down. I got a few inches off my height.
The bouncy wave squeaked against the bathroom door. I turned just as quickly. She helped me change into my pajamas, and I noticed that my hairdresser was blushing as she gave me a smelling gift. I am pretty good at not crying. But Something about me always makes a mess of my big day. Never sad, always the positive. Had I been a better emotional guy I wouldn’t have cared about any of it. Instead I would have just got up and gone to work looking my best, because making another appointment for another wax-and-shave is not an option, ha ha!
Strangely, as I walked in to my hairdresser to ask for another wax-and-shave, she handed me a steaming hot towel. Of course I had no idea what was in the towel.
