I ventured into threading again while in Tucson. Ouch.
In my search for past posts that touched on waxing, threading, plucking, or razoring, I uncovered one from 2014, in which a stranger in Louisiana uttered this proposition to me:
"I'd really like to wax your car."
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Rootless Brow - zing
The other day, I had my brows waxed. While I lay on the table, I remembered other such times.
In Awassa, Ethiopia, two men at a salon threaded my brows. After my brows got cleaned up, I continued my walk "home," and saw:
... there were 15 giant storks. Huge. One alighted, then disgorged food into the mouths of two gangly "teenagers." I watched, agog. A short walk further, directly before me, another tree filled with storks. Walking underneath (glad I had my hat on), I looked up and counted more than 10 oversize nests. As with the Bale Mountain forest, this was the stuff of medieval fairy tales.
Around the corner-ish from my temporary digs in Istanbul, I got my whole face threaded. Amazing how that works, cause you wouldn't think it would.
In 2010, on a road trip with my mother, I had my face cleaned up in a Walmart in Canyon City, Texas.
In Rustavi, Georgia, there were a couple of rugged waxings at a local salon. Yeow. But speaking of Caucasus Georgia, the Georgian women have spectacular brows.
Here's one woman's experience getting her brows done in Nice (waxed) and Palestine (tweezed).
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