I make my call. Covert. Standing in the laundry room with the dryer doing its airy spin, muffling my voice.
Later that afternoon I glance over both shoulders, then hop quickly into the car. I drive south, find the building along old railroad tracks that don’t get used much anymore.
Head bowed, I stride inside and give my name.
A woman named Tara greets me. She tells me to remove my coat and lie down on a cot, face up.
I do.
She shines a hot light in my face and proceeds to slather wax over the edges of my eyebrows. She yanks hard. I grin. I love the whole process. The warm paraffin, the sting, the cool lotion they rub in afterward.
But I feel guilty too. The shameful waste of money. The gross connotation of a richy woman with so much time on her hands she can engage in such things. What’s so wrong with tweezers, after all?
Except, with tweezers, there’s no warmed bed, no soothing music or efficient ripping out of all the little hairs I hate. There’s only me, hunched over the sink, plucking under an insufficient bulb.
So I suffer the guilt. Pay with cash. Skulk out, large sunglasses covering my reddened skin, hoping the next six weeks pass quickly so I can do it all again.






















it's an indulgence of mine, too.
Posted by: slouchy | November 03, 2009 at 09:44 PM
Too cute! I have never experienced this little ritual. I am blessed with obedient brows. Now if they could come up with something like that for my disobedient mid section I'm all over that!
Posted by: LeSan | November 03, 2009 at 11:19 PM
Good for you. Vicki is going to do mine soon.
Posted by: M | November 04, 2009 at 05:45 AM
I'm right there with you girl! It's truly the little things in life...
Posted by: Laura in the Chi | November 04, 2009 at 11:29 AM
I'm of Italian descent. Wax and tweezers are important tools. Sighhh...
Posted by: Cactus Petunia | November 04, 2009 at 03:19 PM
I know. I'm Irishy-German, but have Frida Kahlo brows. Weird.
Posted by: All Adither | November 04, 2009 at 03:28 PM
When I was working, I would tell my husband, "I work just as hard as you do," and proceed to the mani/pedi or wax appointment. Now that I have a non-revenue generating hobby, it's not so easy. Those things take a backseat and are for special occasions. Enjoy the time, you deserve it!
Posted by: Melanie @ Mel, A Dramatic Mommy | November 04, 2009 at 08:06 PM
Eyebrow pain. O.K. Waxing nether regions...ahem. Not so fun, even if the end result is less hairy.
I do like getting my brows waxed, too. Feels so...pretty.
Posted by: JCK | November 04, 2009 at 09:02 PM
I'm still stuck in the tweezers/insufficient light mode... or even "better lighting" in the car, outside, with the driver's shade mirror.
But I'm considering paying for some laser removal of hairs on my chin. $$$
Posted by: kcinnova | November 04, 2009 at 10:35 PM
Waxing is one of life's little pleasures!
Posted by: Isabel | November 09, 2009 at 10:06 AM
Mine is eyelash tinting. I can't wear mascara because it causes my eyelashes to hit my glasses. I love how my eyes look the first two days after, but the full effect never lasts really long. I spring for it two or three times a year anyway.
Posted by: Quadelle | November 13, 2009 at 05:50 AM