You may be familiar with my eyebrow woes. I had seriously overplucked them and have been letting them fill in so I could have a professional fix my mess. It about drove me crazy not to pick up my tweezers, but I made it.
I picked the place closest to the optometrist where I had to pick up my sunglasses today. I went about 2 o'clock when she said she wouldn't be busy. True to her word, there was no waiting.for eyebrows? Your name please" She didn't even know that I was the one who called that morning- it was just *that* obvious my eyebrows needed help.
I sat down and she did her thing. I complimented her nice touch. (the girl back home used to rip so hard my whole forehead was swollen for HOURS) When she handed me the mirror I asked if I should go thinner. She indicated that they were sized for my face.... Actually, what she said was, "You have a big head. It's better not to go too small." So I picked up my purse and glasses to go. She gave me this wide-eyed surprised look and asked, "You're not doing your upper lip?!" I didn't realize I had a moustache problem. Obviously, I was mistaken. Why oh why did no one tell me it was out of control? I sat back down and she went to town. I don't know what happened to her nice touch, but getting the lip done was a bitch. It didn't get all swollen or hurt very long so maybe the lip just hurts more.
I feel better about the facial hair situation. I'm rather embarrassed that I had a facial hair "situation", but life's like that sometimes.
Days like this, I wonder if I should keep putting it all out there for the world to judge. But then I realize, the world judges anyway so I may as well keep my friends and family amused with my wyrdness.
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