We're getting family pictures tomorrow morning. Generally, I like to look presentable when I know there's going to be a camera in my face for a solid hour. Today, that meant getting a brow wax. Normally, I go to a nice salon and my regular girl for a wax. My regular girl is on maternity leave, though, and no one else was available to get me in after work (which wouldn't be an issue if I, you know, planned ahead and remembered I needed to get this done more than 24 hours pre-pictures). So I figured I would just go to a walk-in place near our house.
I've only had two really awful brow waxes in my life. Both times, I was at a walk-in salon. Different salon, different cities, different chain, different stylists, same results - horribly thin, terribly uneven eyebrows. Both times, I swore I would never go back to a walk-in salon for a brow wax.
Man, I never learn.
Luckily, the wax I got tonight isn't awful awful. It's just bad. My brows are sooooooo thin right now. But they're the same width and same length, for the most part, so that's something. I'm not sure what it is about me saying "I just need them cleaned up a little" that makes these stylists hear "Why don't you rip off half the thickness of my brows, and maybe about a quarter of the length, too, while you're at it?"
I mean, I have nice brows. They've got (well, had) a nice shape. I haven't gotten them done in awhile, but you could still tell what was brow and what was stray. I could, anyway. Apparently Ginger could not. Blah.
It's times like these that I wish that (1) I wasn't stupid enough to forget the perils of cheap waxing and (2) I owned an eyebrow pencil.