So it's been a little rough since coming home from vacation to get back into the swing of things here in Ramblerland.
I tried getting back in the saddle, but I hadn't strapped the belt right (or whatever you do for the horses and the saddle).
I've started a stupid amount of posts that all lasted as long as two sentences and it's fire went out.
But while trekking through blogland tonight I found an inspiration for a post. FINALLY.
One of my faves and oldies (not age girl, meaning length of time I've been reading her) So Not Mom-a-licous posted something today that somehow mentioned eyebrows.
And I have to tell you all a story that happened...of course..to ME.
I am a girl that wouldn't be in the fashion tent in NYC. I don't know how the frick makeup works (ask the BFF's...I make them cringe).
With that I try to go to others when attempting to beautify myself. Manicures, pedicures and lets just say waxing.
Waxing. Waxing. Waxing.
(God, it's so much taking care of ourselves. Ugh.)
So a very 8 month pregnant me and a cousin (who was more pregnant) decided to mall shop. She takes care of herself wayyyy better than I can/do/have/will.
So when she spotted this new salon at the mall and said lets do our eyebrows, I was like....
She says. You go first. I have kid #1 acting up.
I go into room.
It's peaceful like I'm gonna get a facial.
I tell the nice lady how I want the eyebrows.
I lie down.
We small talk about when I'm due. Sex of the baby. Blah Blah. Blah.
Some cleaning lady comes in and starts making all this noise looking for something.
She distracts nice lady WHILE waxing.
Nice lady yells at cleaning lady to hurry and leave.
Yah...awkward. My eyebrow feels 'weird'
Cleaning lady leaves.
Cleaning lady comes back.
Nice lady freaks out again.
Ramblers thinking WTF. But remains calm.
Cleaning lady leaves.
Nice lady looks back at Ramblers face and gasps.
The fricking nice lady ripped off almost 2/3 's of my eyebrow OFF.
She calls in makeup lady while I sit and process and think maybe it's not that bad.
Makeup lady covers up, calls me sweetie. The owner comes in and says I look beautiful. I'm rubbing my belly getting nervous.
I come out of the room. My cousin looks at me and says she doesn't need any waxing. I smile in some delusional stunned way. And we leave. I am so stunned I don't make a big deal about it. Which might explain the breathing out on the whole staff's part when we left.
I go home. I show my husband. I cry most of the night and avoid the mirror.
For 2 months, I had to have my employees at work help me put a effing fake eyebrow on with a pencil liner (remember I am clueless about makeup) and some fill in eyebrow tracer thing.
I have NOT had my eyebrows done in over 3 years now.
Wait...I do them myself...just they aren't so 'professional' looking.
I am NOT a girlie girl!!
But I will not have a UNIBROW!
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