Friday, July 09, 2004
Waxing...not so poetically....
Today, I had planned to get my hair colored. I'm headed out of town soon to visit the family & go to a convention, so I figured I'd see my pal Felicia and get my hair cut & colored....except there were a couple of mitigating circumstances:
-Last minute booking of two massages on Friday morning before my appointment. Normally, I would've said no, but these were gift certs for the wedding of two dear friends of mine; and the groom is heading back to Iraq in a week.....how could I refuse??
-Getting kiddo up&at 'em and to camp ON TIME, which is the bane of my existence right now. He just wants to hang out & dawdle as much as humanly possible. I'm getting hoarse from having to holler every morning (sigh).
So, as it turned out, I got to my appointment closer to 12:30 rather than noon, and she only had time to cut me, not color (whine, bitch, moan, complain). Most of my griping was internal, as it was my own damned fault anyhow, but I was still terribly disappointed.
Nonetheless, she cut my hair beautifully, as ever. I think I'm gonna go completely brunette this weekend....see how it feels. I haven't had my hair one single color for at least 3 years now.
Oh yeah - and my other 'girlie' stuff - got a pedicure yesterday (ahhhhhhh - 6 weeks since the last one....long overdue, and fabulous). I'm wearing "Bohemian Chic" polish on my soft, buffed, moisturized toes. :)
Lastly, the waxing. "My" waxer (aesthetician Stacey) has moved on from her salon to bigger and better administrative options, leaving me weeping. Anyone who has had a 'regular' waxing will tell you that it's hard to find someone who is both good and consistent. Stacey was (is?) both of these. Now, thankfully, Stacey is close friends with stylist-Felicia, and Felicia thankfully offered to do my eyebrow wax today, saving me from an hour of tear-inducing home tweezing or the less attractive option, the sasquatch-unibrow.
As she's waxing my brows, Felicia says, "honey, do you want me to wax that lip?"
I'm pretty sure I blanched, and my hand flew to my mouth. I've never waxed my lip in my life.....never thought I needed to....and here was Felicia, suggesting (in my mind) that I was developing a mustache.
"Oh my - I'm sorry, honey, did I offend you?!" was her reply to my reaction. I went on to explain why I reacted in such a way. "Well, I think it would do you good, babe," she said, holding up a mirror so I could examine my Tom-Selleck-a-la-Magnum-P.I. look. (Okay, so it wasn't really THAT bad, but when someone brings something like that to your attention, it only exacerbates your perception of the suggested flaw).
I took a deep breath and told her to do it.
Lemme tell you ladies, it hurts. Hurts like a mother. Brought tears to my eyes in the way that only a bikini wax (or your favorite hangout closing) can do.
Afterward, she said, "There you go. Smooth as a baby's butt." Hmmm.....should the butt and the lip be brought in such close comparison in a beauty salon? I think too much.....
I have to admit, though, it looks good. I had no idea that the tiny shadow being removed could make such a difference in the appearance of my face.
The things we go through for beauty.....sigh.
And I haven't even hit menopause.
Diva-depilatingly Yours,
Vi
