I want to tell you about a funny experience I had today. For weeks, months, okay let’s be serious for years, people have been on me to get my eyebrows done.
<——- Look here is a picture of me with my eyebrows taken before bed last night. (Shhhh don’t let the no – makeup scare you)
Here is another taken earlier in the week. They aren’t bad are they? Okay, I do not really want you to answer that. Hahahaha I’ve just never had them done. ——–>
I was petrified to have them done.
What if they come out uneven?
What if the girl who takes them off, takes them all off and I have to draw them on? Will I have magic marker eyebrows?
There are many horrifying eyebrows out there…. Were mine really that bad? Was I truly the daughter of Sasquatch?
After some encouragement from the women I work with I decided I would have them done. My boss said, “DON’T get them threaded. That hurts like hell. I had mine threaded once and I cried.” Did she not get that I was already terrified?
One young girl told me who to ask for when I got to the eyebrow place. She said if this woman did my eyebrows they would be fleek…. ???? On fleek… ???? some kind of fleek…. ?????I don’t know what she said… but I think fleek meant good….. I hoped it did because I was prepared to ask for this woman whose name I could not pronounce.
Nervously I left the store and walked three stores down to the eyebrow place. I stood outside for a minute. Could I do this? Did I truly want to do this? Was it going to hurt?
I took a deep breath. I wanted them waxed. I wanted Flavilouslylooyanah to do them. (Yeah did I mention I couldn’t pronounce her name? Why would I think I could even attempt to spell it? Hahahaha)
So I walked inside. A tiny woman who spoke broken English jumped up from a chair and looked at me horrified. “YOU SIT IN CHAIR”
I was like, Emrah and Lyvette from (blank department store) sent me here I work with them and….
She sternly looked at me and pointed at the chair again. “You sit in chair. You sit NOW. Shhh sit!”
Did I mention the look of horror on this tiny woman’s face. You would think i was about to go in for maxillofacial surgery.
Were my eyebrows that bad? How bad were these things? Did they have their own zip code? Were they alive?
I felt like a child being scolded as she stressed the word NOW! She cleared her throat and sternly pointed at the chair again. “Get in chair! You sit now!”
I climbed in the chair and said I never had my eyebrows done and I like them waxed… and….
But she wouldn’t let me talk. She whipped out her thread and started threading them. Did she not hear me say I said waxed….. so I gripped the chair arms just like I do when the dentist starts digging in my mouth. I was prepared for this excruciating tear-jerking experience that was about to come my way.
You know what? It really did not hurt. Maybe just a little sting at the far corner of my eyebrows but honestly it was not bad at all.
I think they look sexy….. Oh and when I went to pay her I asked her name… it was Flavilouslylooyanah. So I guess they are “On Fleek..”
I conquered a fear today! What do you think?? Were they horrifying? Do they look better now? Did I use the term on Fleek properly hahahah
Thanks for letting me babble! Love you!