Getting your brows waxed occasionally is way easier than tweezing. The beautician will ask do you want a low-medium-high arch? I say ‘medium’. Beware “high” you may look like Joan Crawford! This style is pretty outdated. Also, outdated styles are called paisley or tadpole brows. These have a chunky area at the inside and sort of taper out. The wax is applied and then removed with a cloth in an outside-to-inside yank. It’s sort of like band-aid removal. Over time the hair root will gradually be destroyed and you won’t have to get it done as often. Beware home wax kits, my beautician told me she had a friend who tried this at home with bad results–the wax hardened and she couldn’t remove it. She had to go into the shop after hours and get it removed with a product the beautician had on hand.
this is Part “B” to my Elton John post. Also, at the ripe age of 32, I could not distinguish when people dyed their hair. This is not like now, when people have pink and green hair. Just normal colors– blonde, black, red, or brown. And yes, there were several girls in my high school who colored their hair. But it just never registered with me later in life. The same hairdresser (ok her name was Debbie) said “if a person’s hair is too RICH or too EVEN it is usually hair dye.” So at that point, I made an effort to learn this by subtle observation. Not like saying in front of co-workers, “HEY do you DYE your hair?” Plus I asked other co-workers on the sly to verify what I thought. I am so embarrassed to admit this. Geesh. I thought I’d add Ozzy’s face to my post to make it fun.
Get dry haircuts. My other post just disappeared. My fault. 90% of beauticians won’t do this. Find the 10% who will. You can change an $18 hair cut into a $10. I just talked my husband into trying it today and he LOVED it. I have been doing it every chance I get since 1996. Ask the hairdresser first if she is agreeable to this. Shampoo at home either the night before or the morning of the cut. Don’t apply any “product.”
Andy surveyed the beach to see the distance to the Holiday Inn. It appeared about fifty yards away from where he originally entered the water. Now they
walked through the surging surf and sand and little brown fish tumbled around their knees.
“You’re safe now. Are you with a group?”
Lucia pointed to a cluster of red blankets, a rental umbrella, and ice chest. Two other young women in bikinis were spread out, tanning, and motionless.
“Those your buddies?”
“Doesn’t seem that you were missed.” Andy felt disgusted. How could you not watch out for your friends?
Lucia picked up her pace upon nearing the blankets.
“Patricia, Helen! Why didn’t you come save me?”
Andy looked over the spot. Empty plastic drink containers with straws were propped in the sand next to each woman. They rolled over and looked at her stupidly.
“You were asleep, weren’t you?” She looked at them indignantly.
“I just drank a coupla beers,” the one in the orange bikini said.”
“Yeah,” the other girl parroted her. “I just had a couple of beers, too.”
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, Andy thought. I could already have been home eating lunch with my dad now. I could be doing a whole lot of other things too.
“I hate to leave you pretty ladies, but I have to find my shoes that I tossed on the beach half an hour ago.”
Disgusted, he turned to leave.
“Wait!” Lucia reached out to touch his back. “I didn’t thank you!” Her eyes were a startling blue color.
Andy turned to look at her. She bore such a damned pretty look he almost forgot their situation–almost. He never could bear stupidity well.