The Trick About Moving

So one thing about moving to a new place is that you have to find all new “spots”. Everything from your supermarket to your hair salon changes. I’ve been searching for the perfect aesthetician to wax my brows since I got here.

The first time we came to visit, I went to a place with a Concept 2 rower (JCP) the next town over. When the receptionist asked who wanted to do my brows, the stylists all excuses. So I was nervous when the receptionist said she would do them. Long story short, she did a fabulous job.

The next time I had to get my brows done, it was “Meet the Teacher” night at the kids’ school. I didn’t have a lot of time, and so I went to a JCP much closer to home. I got to chatting with the stylist and found out he was from a neighboring island. We chatted a bit about home while he did my brows. It wasn’t until I got to the car that I realized he had dropped wax in my hair. I marched back into the salon furious. It is extremely difficult to get beeswax out of natural Black hair. He started apologizing up and down and wanted to wash my hair to fix the problem. 1)I didn’t have the time and 2)that would’ve ruined my ‘do. Yea, I’m vain like that. He semi tried to fix the problem with some gunky spray or whatever, but in the end, I did most of the work myself, ugh.

That brings me to tonight. There’s a little rinky dink salon next to the supermarket and I started thinking…

  • bread
  • soy milk
  • eyebrows

Hehe. So, I popped in, and even though the brow waxer’s brows were a little thin (a serious fear of mine, over-waxing/plucking), I decided to give it a go. Problem is, she decided to change my natural browline somewhat and add more space between my brows. I feel like Bert. Ruby* says I’m scary and the hub can’t see what the problem is. The problem is, I can fit three fingers in the space between my eyebrows now! And I have to wait until they grow back in to do something about it, ugh! I guess I’ll be going back to JCP in the neighboring town from now on. When you find someone who offers quality service, stick with them!

Before Isabelle, I used to roll my eyes at those people. You know. The dog people. Letting dogs lick their faces and gushing over them like, well, parents. Well, now, I’m a dog mom. Yea, I said it. I’m still somewhat ashamed but my love for this silly little creature is helping me overcome that. Izzie is the first pet I’ve ever had in my life that I care for and that cares for me without annoying me, biting me, or otherwise violating the little quirks that make me me. She’s friendly, cuddly, smart, love, love, loves our family and is a true companion. She now accompanies me and Bebe on our morning walks and she stops by her bff’s house (yes, she has one. Molly.) almost daily. You know how I know she’s one of us? It’s not just that she has a casino ฟรี เครดิตHoneywell HFD-010 Quietclean compact tower air purifier. I’ve given her at least 10 stupid nicknames. Everyone in my immediate family has lots of stupid nicknames courtesy of yours truly. It’s what I do. ?? Even worse, I look at dog clothes now. Oh, the shame. I’m buying her first sweater soon, but I promise not to go as far as dog shoes.

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