I have developed a bad habit of not keeping up with blogging. Maybe it's the busy pace of life. Maybe I've been out saving the world. Maybe I should stop lying.
To the 3 of you who read my random stories, please accept my lame apologies.
Now here's a tale I promise I didn't make up.
A few months ago, I had my eyebrows threaded for the first time. Have you heard of threading? The practice of threading apparently started thousands of years ago. A piece of thin thread is used (by a person who knows what they're doing) to pluck your eyebrow hairs. It's supposed to be less painful than waxing.
When left alone, my eyebrows look like 2 woolly caterpillars. I've used tweezers on them for years, and I've had them waxed from time to time.
I had heard of threading, and when a friend told me she did it, I thought I would give it a try.
The young girl who led me to a chair looked at my face and said,
"Do you know your eyebrows are two totally different shapes?"
Well.
How have I been walking around?
My verdict on threading? It hurt. A lot. My eyebrows looked good, but it took about 18 hours for the redness to calm down. On my second visit, the technician took off so many hairs, I looked like a plucked chicken.
That afternoon, I asked the boy if my eyebrows looked bad. He said,
"How fast do eyebrows grow?"
I was done with threading, and I decided to grow my eyebrows back out. Well, first I had to actually grow them back.
Not long after the plucked chicken incident, I lost my favorite pair of tweezers. No big deal, you say. Buy new tweezers, you say.
I did. I bought about 5 sets of tweezers. I tried and tried to find a pair like the ones I'd lost, but none of them were the same.
Then one day, while vacuuming out my car, I found my old tweezers. Under the seat.
I have no idea how they got there.
Maybe they were trying to run away from home... Dying of embarrassment from my plucked chicken eyebrows.
I've always had a chap stick/lip gloss hoarding problem. Now I have tweezers to go with them.
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