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18 March 2006 @ 09:07 pm
As I mentioned in a prior post, I had a date at the salon today.

I really like this place. My sister-in-law recommended it to me. I went once last summer and never made it back (busy life and mad procrastination skillz). So, today, I decided to treat myself: cut and colour. Julie, the owner, was in charge of the cut. I told her how much I wanted cut off (I think I surprised her) and then she and Sarah (the colourist) did a quick “What do you think? No, what do you think? Kel, what do you think?”

Fifteen minutes later I was shampooed and scalp-massaged and conditioned and back in Julie’s chair, where she lopped off six inches in one go. “No use colouring something we’re just going to cut off.”

Back to Sarah for a semi-permanent luscious chocolate brown colour with - brace yourselves - warm caramel brown foil highlights framing the face. When dry, it blends in beautifully. After rinsing (and more massage and conditioning *bliss!*), she blew it out straight to make it easier for Julie to finish the cut. Four or five employees walked by at various times and commented on how pretty the colour was. Standard procedure, I’m sure, but when two older customers said something, I was convinced. Anyway, Julie gave me an excellent cut. As she worked, I asked if she could recommend a place I might get my eyebrows done. I’ve been toying with the idea for a while; heaven knows I’m not going to do it myself, and I have very full brows. For the most part, I like them. They work with my face. -ish. Still, they could use some definition. Besides, I’m 37 and feeling a bit low, dammit. I want to make changes, however small they may be. Anyway, upon my asking Julie replied, “We could do it here. I’ll see if Cheryl or Michelle has time today, if you’d like.”

Turns out Michelle did. With my (temporarily) straight, silken and gorgeously coloured hair brushing my shoulders, I followed her to the Special Room. It was small but painted in warm colours. Dead center was a padded couch like you’d find in a doctor’s office, but a bit wider and with no stirrups in sight. I clambered onto this, lay back, and immediately got nervous. Michelle dipped a long swab into a container. “Oh! Wax, huh? Heh. Guess I should have figured that.”

“It’s quick,” she told me, “Don’t worry.”

She started to apply beneath my right eyebrow. “So, how much is this going to hurt? Am I going to scream like a little girl?”

“Well,” she said, “this is going to be the worst it will ever be. I’m pulling out many, many more hairs than I would at any touch up. It’ll be like pulling a band-aid off.” She continued to apply wax and fabric strips, pressing down upon them and WHAM! off the first one came. “Wow!” she commented, “you didn’t even flinch!”

“You were smart enough not to warn me,” I told her. But honestly, it wasn’t all that bad. After touching up stray spots, she did the other side. Now I knew what was coming. I breathed deeply and again, WHAM! “You’re really good,” she said. “You didn’t move at all!”

“Honestly? I expected it to be so much worse!” She did the touch ups, tweezed a few stray hairs (now that hurt!) and put lotion on my poor, abused skin. As I left, both Sarah and Julie called me over that they might inspect the results. “Your eyebrows have a great natural shape,” the latter told me. I must admit I’m pleased. I still look like me, only a bit more polished.

Now to lose that excess weight. And maybe get a facial. I’ve never had a facial. Or a massage.Mayhap it is high time I stop being so freaked out by my skin condition that I deny myself these girly pleasures.

And here's another thing: I know fair_juliet said that getting a makeover was, essentially, admitting defeat, but dammit! I admit it. I want one. I need one. Sign me up for 'Oprah' or 'What Not to Wear' or 'Queer Eye Takes Pity on Ren Faire Reject.' This is not a dig on you, oh loveliest of fair_juliets! You are not only ridiculously beautiful, curse you, you are nowhere near the ass end of 40! I, however, am. So... help. Help, help help help help.
Angelosomnamscream on March 19th, 2006 03:59 am (UTC)
I think you're both absolute knockouts, sans makeovers.

and thats the absolute truth.
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:21 am (UTC)
I &hearts you. Muchly.
Jenthatwasjen on March 19th, 2006 04:38 am (UTC)
Mayhap it is high time I stop being so freaked out by my skin condition that I deny myself these girly pleasures.

Yes, if you enjoy it, then do it. Remember, these people should be professionals enough that they aren't going to be freaked out and will know how to still get their work done. (Once you let them know you're not contagious, they should have no excuses.)
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:23 am (UTC)
To be fair, no one has ever given me any trouble over my skin. It is my own damned insecurity about it that is eternally vexing. I wish I knew how to make that go away.
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:24 am (UTC)
I should edit this to say 'no professional has ever given me any trouble.' That is, no reason that I should feel uncomfortable.

Coworkers, acquaintances... yeah. That's another story.
phoarrt on March 19th, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
WHAM! “You’re really good,” she said. “You didn’t move at all!”

um well you can take a joust miss and still continue thru the day! honestly what is a little hair removal compared to that? :OD
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:25 am (UTC)
I know! You'd think a bit of waxing would be nothing. I am nothing if not odd and contradictory.
phoarrt on March 20th, 2006 03:29 am (UTC)
if by "odd and contradictory" you mean tough as nails....then i agree XOD
Stealth Chaos Butterfly: [this is no moon in june]bunnymcfoo on March 19th, 2006 07:42 am (UTC)
*blink blink* um, i love makeovers. they're a chance to play with a new look, see if you like it, and work it into the old you if you so choose. think of it like playing dress-up, you know?

kelly kel kel, when you visit, we can do girl-poo stuff together, mebbe? i'm not too terribly bad at helping people figure out what flatters their figures, and i'm a dab hand at painting toenails. :D
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:26 am (UTC)
I would love love LOVELOVELOVE that, Jessa-mine. I just need to figure when I can come out. For having the summer 'off,' the time is filling rather quickly. Gah!
Amanada (rhymes with Canada): so say we allmandasarah on March 20th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
You're coming to visit Jessa? *flails* I live, like, not all that far away from Jessa. If there is not coming to see me, I will WEEP.
Kel: Barbara Batgirlladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, hell YES!
Fjordhopper: Shinyfjordhopper on March 19th, 2006 02:38 pm (UTC)
Ah, getting a makeover is instructive! not defeat. You learn new techniques and colors that you should use to enhance your looks! And there is nothing wrong with that! Besides which, you are already gorgeous, any makeup applied will just magnify that fact!

*wails* PICTURES!!!!!!!!! want to see new hairdo!!
Amanada (rhymes with Canada): so say we allmandasarah on March 19th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
You should totally do 'What Not To Wear.' It looks like so much fun. And getting a makeover isn't admitting defeat. It is in fact saying, "I'm not happy with the way things are and I'm going to change them, dammit!" Where's the defeat in that?
Kerry: Abfab Sweetiescreamingdolai on March 19th, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
Neat, I got my hair done today too!

Pics of yourself, please!!!
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:19 am (UTC)
You must post pics, too!

I posted one of myself; 'tisn't the best quality, but it is something.
Mairearanturas on March 20th, 2006 03:04 am (UTC)
Yea for all day beauty treatments -- yea for girly-ness. I've always wanted to do the eyebrow thing, but have always chickened out.....but if Kel can do it, maybe I can too. Oh and facials are awesome, as are massages. Mmmmm.....pampering.
Kelladyjoust on March 20th, 2006 03:21 am (UTC)
I have to say the eyebrow thing was SO not as scary/painful as I thought it would be. I would recommend coming up to this salon, though, as everyone is so astoundingly talented as well as just plain nice. We can go on a Saturday, meet up with Don after for lunch and a pint or two or three....
Mairearanturas on March 21st, 2006 01:16 am (UTC)
Now that I have all these weekends off....a pint or three sounds fine. And if I can be pampered a bit too, so much the better.