cool threads
may 02, 2005
a couple weeks back i went to subject myself to the pain of removing facial hair via the ancient art of threading again.
as if i didn't get enough of it during my january visit, i decided it was time to pay my threadist (is that a word?) a visit since people were likening me to a wookie. alright, maybe not a wookie but perhaps a gremlin.
as a woman, one gets lazy to invest all this time in making it to this appointment and that appointment. if we had to devote all our time to beauty, we might as well not eat, sleep or work. but after you take a respite from all these beauty treatments, you start finding plenty of flaws in the mirror. and pretty soon, you're dialing every stylist, pedicurist, manicurist, threadist in the book. in my scenario, my brows were really taking on its own caterpillar-like existence. i thought they were going to squirm off my face or something.
so during lunch one afternoon, i slipped in for a quickie threading to my brows and upper lip. i thought i wouldn't tear up as much but i did of course in the end when those nerve endings are prodded beyond comprehension. the interesting thing about threading is the speed, the accuracy and precision of their work. when your eyes are shut and they are going at it, you can literally feel bits of hair falling on your face.
i love the fact that there is such minimal irritation and redness afterwards. i love the fact you can go back to work and no one knew what you just did.
i love the fact that i'm a little less gremlin-like now.
i wonder what it's like to get a bikini wax via threading? is the threadist face close to "down there" since the threadist needs to grasp the thread in her mouth? i'm not sure how comfortable i would feel having someone hover over my um lovebox if they aren't going to be giving me any pleasure.
currently listening to: jem, falling for you
