Brow waxing of DOOM

Okay, that is the first and yet LAST time I go to the local salon. I thought, hey, they're local, they're likely cheaper and easier to get to than the chi-chi salons downtown, it's just a quick eyebrow shaping, no problem.

Dear lord.

I still have wax clumped in my right brow. Also, they are slightly uneven. Also, the nice waxing lady took off the top of my eyebrows, thereby lowering them and causing me to look like a Neanderthal. And then she couldn't understand me when I told her that I was allergic to the wax remover and smeared it all over half my face then made me wait while she cleaned up with tweezers before I could go wash it off. I hope to God I don't break out in a rash.

And the tweezing? Stray hairs everywhere, not to mention the vaguely flattish, bar-shaped caterpillars currently masquerading as my brows. And I can't find a pair of tweezers in the house to save my life, or I'd fix it myself.

She asked me if I liked it, afterwards. I didn't have the heart to tell her I was going to go home and have conniptions. I smiled. I tipped her well. I am never going back.

And it will be weeks before they grow back in again properly. WOE.