Will I never learn?????

Remember this post about me having some waxing done? Well would you know it on Tuesday off I trot to the salon for a pedicure and waxing. Am I stupid, I must be, as I whined like crazy last time.........I still remember the pain..........and here I am again having it done. I not only get my upper lip waxed, I know a moustache on women in some countries is attractive Canada and the US isn't one of them, I get my bikini line waxed, plus my WHOLE legs?????

Now lets just say I'm no slim Jim. Thunder thighs would be a good description of my upper legs. So I lay down and she take one look at those gorgeous long svelte legs (I WISH) and decides that not only does she need the 10 gallon pail of wax to cover the amount of flesh, but with the amount of hair growing on those legs, she had better get the industrial strength wax out, and for good measure lets heat it up to boiling point so its an experience to remember..........

Okay, I am kidding about the 10 gallon pail and the industrial strength........I am barely kidding about it being molten wax.........at least I had the fore sight to tell her to blow on the wax to cool it down a bit before putting it on my top lip. That's all I need is third degree burns on my upper lip, what an attractive sight that would be? Then she mutters something about using a shovel to put on the wax with.......again joking!!!

Now the girl doing the waxing and pedicure is called Thu, she's a lovely little thing, but she insists on calling me Gillian with a hard "G", instead of "J." Anyhow she says, Gillian lay down and just have a nap while I do this. So I lay down and it just dawns on me what she said, "Have a nap." So up I pop again and say "People actually sleep through a waxing???" She then laughs and says "I was joking." I don't find it as funny as she does?

Anyhow, off she goes and honestly there are worse things in life...........not many things, but there are worse things in life. I was particularly sensitive just above the ankle, which I thought was a little unusual. Then all around the bikini line, that's still torturous, and the bit between your leg and bum.

Suffice to say I have survived the whole experience and now have hairless legs, so at least I won't have to shave my legs daily for the first week, plus I have lovely pinky/mauve toenails. Oh and best of all, my feet are so soft now, its freaky, I can normally sand a wall down with my rough heels.

So that's it no more waxing for me, enough of this pain...........well at least until next time ;0)

My hair AGAIN and other beauty problems...

IF YOU ARE A MALE I PERSONALLY WOULD SKIP THIS POST, AS YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO RELATE, AND HONESTLY IT MAY BE TOO MUCH INFORMATION FOR YOU ~ IF YOU CHOOSE TO READ IT, DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!

So we back at that stage where I need to get my hair cut and dyed again. So I have been humming and haa-ing over this for a week or two. Finally because of the humidity and my hair growing longer and frizzier by the minute I bite the bullet and make an appointment at my local First Choice salon.

So that I am guaranteed a half decent cut I make an appointment with the manager "S", my usual hairdresser "N" was fired, never have found out why. We used to call "N" the one eyed wonder, as the poor girl only had one eye, she did cut my hair quite nicely though. Sad story how she lost that eye, I'll get into that another time.

I get there at the said appointed time and "S" is on her lunch break {{{SIGH}}} So after about 10 minutes she comes out of the lunch room and so we proceed. She's a really nice woman, but things seem to have changed since I was last there. As she is putting the foil highlights in my hair I discover the change, she has quit and is moving to another store. So of course being the nosey person that I am I want the scoop. They have a hairdresser there called "L," our nickname for her is the Blonde Russian. She has over dyed blonde hair, and wears clothes as though she is leaving to go to the disco straight from work, which would be fine if you were in your late teens early 20's, but she must be hitting her mid 40's by now. Anyhow its turns out "L" is a trouble maker and has made life miserable for everyone she works with and is plain rude to the customers. Of course I say why hasn't she been fired, "S" has no idea as the area manager is the one that hires and fires.

Needless to say after being told this I am watching the dynamics between "S" and "L" and unless they have to they don't speak to one another. So once again I am feeling uncomfortable in this salon. I have been there when they had a change in benefits, and by the time I left the salon I knew more about the way First Choice handles its employee benefits than I think they did. They couldn't balance the till one day when I was in so sorted that out for them.

However I get out my (actually dh's) Nintendo DS and play Sudoku to stimulate my brain and ignore the atmosphere. "S" cuts my hair and despite the fact I hate any sort of product on my hair, I let her put this gooey stuff in my hair, and because of that she doesn't dry it??? What the heck I hate walking around with wet gooey hair. Again despite this happening I smile tip her $20 and walk out of there.

WHAT IS MY PROBLEM???? Why is it when I am in a hairdressers I lose all my aggressiveness and am a total wimp?

I don't like the way my hair looks AGAIN. The highlights are awful, much too thick and congested for me. The colour is fine as is the cut. The price I paid was just under $80 for a cut, colour and 8 foil highlights. Now I paid $160 (incl. tip) at the other salon, so this was nearly half the price. Believe it or not the First Choice salon was a lot more organized than the salon, which is what I like, but I like the hairdresser better at the salon. Also there wasn't the same atmosphere at the salon, it was very pleasant and easy going, whereas the First Choice store was very frosty between the staff. So what to do next? Honestly I have no idea. All I know this haircutting thing is stressing me out.

Now for the other thing I want to talk about, which is a story most women can relate to.

Last month we went away, so I figured I would go and get a pedicure and various parts of my body waxed, as we may go swimming.

So I go into the salon and into the waxing room.............yes they have a room just for this torturous procedure. I had booked to have my eyebrows, upper lip and bikini line waxed.

So she starts on my eye brows, which is painful but hey I can handle it and I only shed the odd tear. She then heads to the upper lip, again I have had this done a few times, and other than that bit right under the nose I can hack that.

She then heads to the nether regions. Now to be fair this is not an area I get done very often, infact I can't remember when I had my bikini line waxed last. Remember I said bikini line, so not the whole thing. So off she goes, and I mean I am in pain, I mean who in their right mind does this on a regular basis? Boy was it painful, I was in tears. So to take my mind off the whole torturous procedure we got talking, which I have to say was a difficult thing with both of us having delightful accents, and me screaming every time she ripped the wax off my body......okay I didn't actually scream but I was close to it.

So the conversation turned to people who have Brazilians done. For those of you who are not in the know, a Brazilian waxing takes off all the hair in the nether regions. She assured me it was pretty painful........you don't say!!! I mean the whole experience made me decide that this is the last time I am having my bikini line waxed. I am getting too old to go through that much pain.

Also I am more than sure it must have been a man who invented this, don't you? As no woman would come up with the idea of pouring hot wax on your skin, putting a piece of material on it, push on the material to make sure its stuck on well, then rip the wax off with all the hair attached to it, just for the heck of it.

I will say I do know one man who does know the pain of waxing and that is my brother. We always say his hair slipped off his head and stuck to his back, as he has very little hair on his head. He is like a gorilla, with a really hairy back. Anyhow, he decided or someone asked him to have his back waxed for charity. He said that was the most painful thing he has ever been through, so I guess he understands a woman's pain when it comes to waxing. He was such a love though to do that and raise money for charity at the same time.

So there you go my experience with the hairdressers and waxing. I could go on for another hour about having to shave your legs, but have done enough whining for one day!! What's your story on these places and things?