I love hair removal! I have been an advocate of hair removal since my first eyebrow wax during law school. I had been sporting what was almost a unibrow (more Bert than Frida Kahlo). This was not a cute look. But, the thing was, I did not know of hair removal until my law school classmate--with her gentle art of persuasion--suggested a little wax on--wax off. LOVED IT!
My mom, cute little mom, went to a Sexy Librarian's party last Friday and got her brows waxed for the first time. "Have you ever done this?" she asked. Oh, cute little mom, a foreigner to the habits of the American beauty consumer, YES! I live for hair removal! My cute mom got a little color added because her hair is so light. "You can see them now," she declared. She might even do it again on her own. Go, Mor!
I will not wax eloquent on the wonders of doing the bikini. Needless to say, despite the pain involved, I endorse it! Yes to the upper lip wax too. Each time Alla (all-time best beautician--and person-- located in L.A. at Bobalsim Salon) rips the wax away, I feel like I might be given absolution for my sins. RIIIIIP! That's for the time I . . ., I think. RIIIIIP! That's for when I didn't . . ., I think.
But let me tell you, and go ahead and laugh, but the best of all hair removal procedures is the nostril wax. Nostril wax. Yes. There is nothing more satisfying than to see that hairy little waxy ball emerge from my nostril. Of course, Alla let's me inspect it. "Good one," I say. And she throws it into an unlidded two-foot ceramic urn on the counter top. Oh, I must have a good six or seven dozen of those things in there.
Today, a simple emergency plucking (sorry Alla)--I have a benefit dinner to attend and photos to take on Saturday. So ... yes, it was a good day, a hair removal day!
