When I was a child, I remember watching my Grandma never getting dressed until she "put her eyebrows on." She had very little eyebrow hair.
And my mom use to pluck her chin hairs and sigh heavily as though wishing one day it would all end, but knowing it wouldn't.
My Grandmother never grew leg hair. I didn't get her genes. I got my Dad's. His hairy legs and his blackish coloured hair.
When I was a teenager I was driving a little boy to school for a friend. The sun was shining through the windshield, and we were smiling at each other.
Then he looked at me and said, "How come you have a mustache?"
When I was working in television as a producer, we needed a segment with a new on-air host.
Now, I was currently growing out my eyebrows. Which means, my last experience at a beauty parlor was a 20-minute grueling session of hearing the wax eyebrow-artist say "omigod" and "wow" over 100 times as she tried to groom my eyebrows. Those words by were followed by her bringing over other hair stylists because "You've got to see her eyebrows. They are poker straight". Then she used the scissors--yes, scissors-- on my eyebrows!!!
(Ok, they were small eyebrow-sized scissors. But still.)
So needless to say, I was growing them out and avoiding getting them re-done.
At work, we decided that I should do the new 2 minute segment. In the meeting with my team I said, "Thanks. That's great."
Then a friend piped up, "But wax your eyebrows before you tape anything, ok?"
My other friend, "Defintely."
The only man in the room squinted his eyes and studied my eyebrows. And let out a slow, "yeahhhh. Do that."
Well, I have found a good wax lady now. She's my best friend for $17 every six weeks.
But lately I've decided to come up with a new solution.
A revolution, if you will...Join me, friends.
We could change the world with this, could we not?
6 comments:
Wax and I are the best of friends and we will not ever be taking a break from one another. Well, only if my new best friend (lazer surgery)comes around....
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wonderful look for you dahlink!;)
I do not pluck my eyebrows, because they usually sit behind my glasses and I can't see well enough to pluck without them on! I do, however, have chin hair that I inherited from the lovely East Czeckoslovakian relatives that is worse because my testosterone level is high. Hate it.
Groucho? Groucho Marx?
It's a hard road to walk having bushy eyebrows and a mustache... I have the dark hair genes too. It is a never-ending battle. I do my own eyebrows, who can say how well!! I tried a face product once that pretty much felt like it burned off layers. NOT worth it!
I guess someone in our past lived in a freezing environment and hair was a means for keeping warm. I have to shave my legs EVERY DAY! (who am I kidding? I SHOULD shave every day, but they invented pants)
You and Frida Kahlo are my facial hair heroes. It's funny because while in the shower yesterday I toyed with writing a facial hair post, but I still cling to my pride. CLING TO IT! Maybe when I'm famous...
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