When they gave out eyebrows in heaven, I apparently only stood in line once. How else do you explain the single, uninterrupted fringed mass that stretches across my face?
Seriously, I've been dividing this bad boy into two for as long as I can remember. Back in the day, my sister, Amber, and I used to wax each other's eyebrows. (But the story of her waxing my eyelashes will have to wait for another day...)
In recent years, I've let some professionals have a go and then tried to "keep the lines" they've set up with some daily plucking at home.
A few years ago, I saw a segment on Indian threading on the local news. Immediately, I became fascinated and vowed to try this method of hair removal one day.
Last year, when I went to NYC with Amber and Quita we walked by a shop with a big "Threading Here" sign, but I had just gotten my eyebrows waxed so the timing wasn't right.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was in the mall with my dear friend, Tracy, and our girls, and what did we stumble upon? A kind, older Indian woman with a spool of thread just waiting to be put to work! "OOOOh! I've always wanted to get my eyebrow(s) threaded!" I squealed.
Tracy thought I was a little nuts, but she agreed to wrangle the girls while I enjoyed my long-awaited experience. She even snapped a few photos so I'd have a memento of the day (something other than perfectly-groomed eyebrows, that is).
Here's the low-down: I quite enjoyed it. I loved the feel of the thread rolling across my skin; it almost felt like a little massage. It totally takes away from the fact that the hair is getting pulled out of your skin by the root. I loved that this woman was using a technique that people in her culture have been doing for thousands of years. I mean, how cool is that?
I know, I know. I'm entirely too giddy about a method of hair removal, but what can I say? It's something I've been wanting to try for years and I finally got the chance! I'm not really one to dream big, so this was perfect dream come true for me.