My Real Life

Where to start with this past weekend?

It was an absolutely wonderful weekend spent with wonderful friends.

We laughed and laughed and just enjoyed each other.

I can’t even describe how lucky I am to have friends like these women.

So, I’ve decided to start in the middle.

Mid-day, we hit the Bloomingdale’s on Lexington Avenue.

Erin had some shopping to do, and Kim is a good shopping companion.

Michaela and I enjoy going with them, because we love them, but in terms of shopping, we’re more like the “husbands” of the trip. 

We sit on the benches outside the dressing room, or in the shoe department, and talk. 

Not sports or anything like that, but our girl version of husband talk.

So, we were up in Fine Jewelry and Kim and Erin were talking designers like Judith Ripka and some guy, whose name I can’t remember, and it was all pretty much Greek to me.

So, earlier, we had passed “The Brow Bar” in Bloomie’s, where they will pluck or wax your eyebrows.

It intrigued me.

I’m a fairly low maintenance girl. 

I don’t even dry my hair in the morning before work, and I’ve got two pieces of makeup that I own, and that’s it. 

I do, however, try to look human and pluck my eyebrows into some sort of shape.

As a blonde, it isn’t a necessity, as they are light enough to not draw attention to themselves, but I know.

After my surgery, I was told to take a plucking hiatus, because it makes me sneeze, and, well, sneezing ain’t joyful after sinus surgery and a broken nose, folks.

But, I’m back, and have been procrastinating taking care of those brows for awhile.

So, I leaned over to my fellow husband…er…I mean, Michaela, and said, “Wanna blow this joint and come with me to get my eyebrows waxed?”

Michaela, the photographer, said, “Sure!  I’ll take pictures for your blog!”

She knows me so well.

We filled in the ladies and off we went.

Here I am signing my life away, saying that I don’t use products on my skin that could cause it to rip off with the wax.

Huh?

I was happy and excited.

At first.

Then, it began.

And, in the end, I was a whole lot redder (sensitive skin) but a whole lot neater, and the redness only lasted for an hour or so.

More good times to come!