Tomorrow I am going to do something that I’ve said on many occasions that I would never do unless it was absolutely necessary.
I’m going to get my eyebrows waxed.
That’s right, I’m *cough* 31 years old and I’ve never had my eyebrows waxed. I’ve never even plucked or tweezed a single hair. Why? Because up until now, my eyebrows have been perfect specimens. (Are you buying that?? Cause it is not true.) The truth is, I am a major wimp. MAJOR. Low pain tolerance, scared of everything, just plain wimpy. So, I declared that I would never pluck, tweeze, or wax the ol’ brows until they became the ol’ BROW, singular. Even though my hairdresser tried to get me to let her wax them every time I got a haircut. I would not bow to the peer pressure.
Then last week, I looked in the mirror, and I saw this:
Those extra hairs sprouting out there towards the middle are NEW, and I don’t like them. And now, since I’m the editor at Blissful Style, and I have a reputation to uphold, and I need to at least fake like I’m fashionable, and since I have no desire to look like the Wolfman, I’M GETTING THESE BABIES RIPPED OFF!
And I’m TERRIFIED!! Seriously, are any of you available at 12:45 tomorrow to be there and hold my hand (AND/OR administer me an epidural?? Cause I really want one!) Emily won’t do it since she already blew off work yesterday. Talk about a fair-weather cousin. Sheesh.
While I am there, I am also going to get my hair cut, because I haven’t gotten it cut since, um, July, and as you can see in this picture, the too-long-too-thick-out-of-shape MOP look isn’t really working for me. (Although I think the goofy face really is.)
So there you have the “Before” pictures. As soon as the bleeding stops, the swelling goes down, and the stitches come out, I’ll be sure and post the “After” pics!
Pray for me!
