If you thought my 'horrible day' post was too much information, best you stay away from this. It's not as emotionally harrowing, but it has its own gruesome edge.
One perk I have in spades from my Scottish/Spanish parentage: Hair. Thick, strong, shiny and lots of. That's a good thing...and in terms of modern beauty, a bad thing. Smooth and hairless everything-except-your-head is now beautiful. Even guys go for it, getting their chests waxed or the infamous back,sac&crack combo. Personally speaking, from what I can tell at the station, summer beauty goes like this: If you're going to show off your legs they should be brown(ish). To have brown legs you must tan them. This entails lots of sun (stop laughing hysterically at the back there!) or lots of brown paint. But brown paint on hairy or stubbly legs will patch weirdly and streak. Said canvas for brown paint must be smooth. And there is only one way to do that in a hurry...
Welcome. To The House of Wax.
There's this Asian beautician just down the road, who does everything, for ladies only. Hair, nails, pedicures, facials, massage, mehdi, you name it, she does it for half the price you find anywhere else in town.
She threads my eyebrows (as far as I can tell threading is just taking a miniature strimmer to your brows, but the line that results is far more elegant and natural than waxing) and tried to thread my upper lip once, to free me from those soft little downy hairs that even blondes get. This latter hurt too much, and I prefered to be tortured with hot wax than go through it again. Today I decided to extend that torture to my legs.
Since the accident, my legs have been in a forlorn state, full of bruises and cuts. Before I need a goat to graze them, I decided to get them smooth. No, not with a razor - I just couldn't bear the idea of anything sharp near them - so wax was the obvious choice.
Now I know it doesn't take The Batman to work out that hot wax mingled with hair suddenly yanked off may be painful, but it just hadn't occured to me. All I can say is Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
And when it came to the upper thighs especially Ow!
She had no mercy, she took the wax up to the very edge of terra incognita, pretty close to the point where the accident had done the most damage two weeks ago. 'Hollywood?' She said, 'Brazil?' Not holiday destinations apparently. The former is the removal of all hair from the area ('front and back!' she chirped) the latter leaves a landing strip at the front (at the back too for all I know, but I didn't feel up to asking) I declined. I honestly think my poor punani would stop being my friend if I put it through anything else right now, and besides, one has to wonder what kind of being makes a living from tearing hairs out of the skin in your groin.
Beauty is a strange thing. I don't exactly feel like a gossamer clad houri of paradise ready to lure my prey into my soft and yielding arms; I'm still strangely sticky and my legs look exactly like freshly plucked chicken drumsticks.
One perk I have in spades from my Scottish/Spanish parentage: Hair. Thick, strong, shiny and lots of. That's a good thing...and in terms of modern beauty, a bad thing. Smooth and hairless everything-except-your-head is now beautiful. Even guys go for it, getting their chests waxed or the infamous back,sac&crack combo. Personally speaking, from what I can tell at the station, summer beauty goes like this: If you're going to show off your legs they should be brown(ish). To have brown legs you must tan them. This entails lots of sun (stop laughing hysterically at the back there!) or lots of brown paint. But brown paint on hairy or stubbly legs will patch weirdly and streak. Said canvas for brown paint must be smooth. And there is only one way to do that in a hurry...
Welcome. To The House of Wax.
There's this Asian beautician just down the road, who does everything, for ladies only. Hair, nails, pedicures, facials, massage, mehdi, you name it, she does it for half the price you find anywhere else in town.
She threads my eyebrows (as far as I can tell threading is just taking a miniature strimmer to your brows, but the line that results is far more elegant and natural than waxing) and tried to thread my upper lip once, to free me from those soft little downy hairs that even blondes get. This latter hurt too much, and I prefered to be tortured with hot wax than go through it again. Today I decided to extend that torture to my legs.
Since the accident, my legs have been in a forlorn state, full of bruises and cuts. Before I need a goat to graze them, I decided to get them smooth. No, not with a razor - I just couldn't bear the idea of anything sharp near them - so wax was the obvious choice.
Now I know it doesn't take The Batman to work out that hot wax mingled with hair suddenly yanked off may be painful, but it just hadn't occured to me. All I can say is Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
And when it came to the upper thighs especially Ow!
She had no mercy, she took the wax up to the very edge of terra incognita, pretty close to the point where the accident had done the most damage two weeks ago. 'Hollywood?' She said, 'Brazil?' Not holiday destinations apparently. The former is the removal of all hair from the area ('front and back!' she chirped) the latter leaves a landing strip at the front (at the back too for all I know, but I didn't feel up to asking) I declined. I honestly think my poor punani would stop being my friend if I put it through anything else right now, and besides, one has to wonder what kind of being makes a living from tearing hairs out of the skin in your groin.
Beauty is a strange thing. I don't exactly feel like a gossamer clad houri of paradise ready to lure my prey into my soft and yielding arms; I'm still strangely sticky and my legs look exactly like freshly plucked chicken drumsticks.
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Date: 2009-06-19 03:18 pm (UTC)I don't find waxing that painful, I actually quite like it, but then I get away with a 3/4 leg - so my lovely waxing lady doesn't go anywhere near terra incognita thank you very much.
But afterwards, yuk, I hate the sticky feeling and the plucked chicken look is vile.
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Date: 2009-06-19 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 04:21 pm (UTC)And you shouldn't be sticky - she should have put after lotion and talc-type stuff on to make sure that didn't happen. Maybe that's why she's cheap?
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Date: 2009-06-19 05:09 pm (UTC)She used baby oil, but still. Not enough.
It's interesting, we've got two beauty places within a mile of each other. One is lovely, looks private and feels like a treat, full of expensive products...I stopped going there because the lady was really nice but she waxed my eyebrows badly. Never have I had so much reason to thank my fringe!
This place is much 'poorer.' She works every hour god sends, and she catches passing trade just off the train etc - it's walk in, you just sit and wait, which might account for some of the cheapness - no receptionist and precious little appointment making. it's pretty basic, more for getting stuff done than any sense of pampering, and her phone absolutely never stops ringing...
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Date: 2009-06-19 05:31 pm (UTC)I occasionally wax my legs, but only the bikini line once. Never, never again...
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Date: 2009-06-19 06:26 pm (UTC)different pain thresholds, different sorts of bods? Who knows. I quite enjoyed having a tattoo as well, although that hurt a lot more. Interesting sensations.
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Date: 2009-06-21 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-21 06:43 pm (UTC)They're doing well...
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Date: 2009-06-22 09:27 am (UTC)I'd be rubbish at having a baby or a tattoo!
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Date: 2009-06-22 10:24 am (UTC)That's, erm, that's worrying that is...
I can't think of how to plait thighs without having at least three available.
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Date: 2009-06-22 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 12:32 pm (UTC)(Hmm) can I ask for the ladies wrestling team ?
Possibly not as a sport, simply as a personal request.
(snuggle)
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-23 09:18 am (UTC)The icky smelling creams don't last any longer than Thalinoviel's method, so I think she has a point, shaving may be the way of the future although I would say that the creams are scary too but not painful. If you do the shaving thing I very strongly recommend stealing manly shaving foam - we are being fobbed off with our lady stuff. Although I expect it is costing someone a lot when I nick it for my legs (tries to whistle and look innocent in case someone reads this!).
I had an epilator thing years ago which was painful but the results lasted like waxing and someone was telling me you can use one in the bath now which would be good for open pores I guess.
Ahh, the joys of being beautiful.
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Date: 2009-06-23 12:05 pm (UTC)I've often wondered about epilators though. What exactly do they do?
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Date: 2009-06-23 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 10:03 pm (UTC)Thank you:-)
Date: 2009-06-26 07:31 am (UTC)No more pain! No more pain!
No More Pain!
Date: 2009-06-26 01:02 pm (UTC)One of the first things I would do, if I were suddenly made unfathomably rich, would be to book some laser hair removal. It's the only permanent change I can imagine making to my body that I'd be totally happy about.