Song for this post: "Like A G6" ~ Far East Movement
There's so much change going on right now that I haven't been able to sleep lately. I seem to be in a permanent state of "amped-up." The caffeine I'm constantly putting in my system doesn't help either. On the up side, my productivity level is WAY up.
Showing posts with label Oh The Vanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oh The Vanity. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 27, 2011
OH THE VANITY (3)
Song for this post: "Hollaback Girl" ~ Gwen Stefani
Self awareness is the key to happiness...
I went to the salon on my lunch to get some festive New Year's Eve nail color and figured I may as well get a brow wax while I was there. I asked the polite little thing who was buffing my nails to please wax my eyebrows when she was done.
She looked at the top of my face. Then the bottom. Then the top. Then the bottom again. Then she said, "You want lip too?"
No. Surely you must be mistaken. I don't have a ladies mustache. I'm not one of those. Please. Just the eyebrows.
She narrowed her eyes at me quite seriously for a moment, leaned in and, in a quiet and stern voice said, "You do lip too."
Okay. Fine.
10 fingers, two eyebrows and a lip later I have to admit, I'm a little shaken up about it. Sure...it was fine blonde hair that no one would have noticed but her, but still...the little strip covered in wax and baby-fine, half invisible hair doesn't lie.
I feel both less pretty and more pretty now that I've discovered it and resolved the issue.
Nothin' like a day spa to put things back in perspective, humble yourself, and force the glaring truth into the blinding, cold and heartless light.
In similar news: LOOK! PRETTY GOLD SPARKLES! ::squeals like a child and claps her hands::
Self awareness is the key to happiness...
I went to the salon on my lunch to get some festive New Year's Eve nail color and figured I may as well get a brow wax while I was there. I asked the polite little thing who was buffing my nails to please wax my eyebrows when she was done.
She looked at the top of my face. Then the bottom. Then the top. Then the bottom again. Then she said, "You want lip too?"
No. Surely you must be mistaken. I don't have a ladies mustache. I'm not one of those. Please. Just the eyebrows.
She narrowed her eyes at me quite seriously for a moment, leaned in and, in a quiet and stern voice said, "You do lip too."
Okay. Fine.
10 fingers, two eyebrows and a lip later I have to admit, I'm a little shaken up about it. Sure...it was fine blonde hair that no one would have noticed but her, but still...the little strip covered in wax and baby-fine, half invisible hair doesn't lie.
I feel both less pretty and more pretty now that I've discovered it and resolved the issue.
Nothin' like a day spa to put things back in perspective, humble yourself, and force the glaring truth into the blinding, cold and heartless light.
In similar news: LOOK! PRETTY GOLD SPARKLES! ::squeals like a child and claps her hands::
I will now hunt, meticulously, through all of my photos for evidence of this new discovery so I can yank them from Facebook and the harsh lights of the public in an irrational panic.
Oh hey..while I'm thinkin' about it...
I passed this on my way to the nail salon and fell in love. It's a new, silly sculpture that just went up in June. Read about it here.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
OH THE VANITY! (2)
Well hello there, me. I like you.
At the beginning of 2011 I had 2 1/2 foot long, dark brown, glorious hair. It took me 8 years, 2 failed engagements, a massive car accident, and a major move to a brand new life to grow it all out. Vain? Sure.
I went to a salon (the top rated one in Seattle) last May to pull some of the dark brown out. I wanted to be a semi-red head, what can I say? And they fried it. They fried it SO much they had to hack off 9 inches without telling me. When I noticed the first chop, it was too late. So, since then it's been a juggernaut of monthly changes.
A year of hair in review:
At the beginning of 2011 I had 2 1/2 foot long, dark brown, glorious hair. It took me 8 years, 2 failed engagements, a massive car accident, and a major move to a brand new life to grow it all out. Vain? Sure.
I went to a salon (the top rated one in Seattle) last May to pull some of the dark brown out. I wanted to be a semi-red head, what can I say? And they fried it. They fried it SO much they had to hack off 9 inches without telling me. When I noticed the first chop, it was too late. So, since then it's been a juggernaut of monthly changes.
A year of hair in review:
April, 2011 May, 2011
July, 2011 August, 2011
September, 2011 And of course, today...
So I guess my point is...
Think twice before you mess with your hair, ladies. In the end, I ended up brunette...and I'm growing it out. So I'll end up right back where I started.
Seems like a lot of pointless pain and superficial anguish doesn't it?
...I never said girls were reasonable.
Monday, December 19, 2011
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