The waxing tale!

OMG, I totally forgot to make this post yesterday. I got into my sewing, and just spaced it off. I'm a dingbat sometimes.

That's another thing about me - I sew. I remember my mom sewing when I was a kid, but I never had a chance to learn from her (she passed away when I was 12). I've always wanted to know how to sew, so a few years back, I got a cheapo Walmart machine for Christmas. I've been fiddling with it ever since. For the longest time, all I did was make curtains and hem things. For Halloween last year, I decided I finally wanted to tackle a pattern of some sort, so I made the girls princess dresses. I have no one to teach me, I just figured it out myself - mainly by watching Youtube. I've done a few other patterns here and there since then, and am now doing a bunch of summer dresses for the girls' to run around in. Joann's had their patters for $.99 (regularly $7 or $8, sometimes as high as $12 or $13) over Memorial Day, so I loaded up. My hubby is going to be gone this weekend (concert w/ the boys), and the kids are going to be at Grandma's house, so I have almost 2 full days to myself. I'm hoping to have 10 dresses done by Sunday night. I already have 4 done just working on it during nap time this week.

Anywho, on to the waxing. Stop here if you don't want to read details:

I went to a spa in Lincoln, NE. I had called a few weeks back to make the appointment. The lady that I talked to on the phone was SUPER helpful, she talked to me for a good half an hour telling me all the things I needed to do to prepare. She told me to trim to 1/4 to 1/2 an inch, and exfoliate the day of the appointment.

So I get there, and hang out in the waiting room. Honestly, I wasn't terribly nervous, for reasons I don't understand. In my mind, I should have been freaking out! And then, this client walks out of one of the treatment rooms, and she's walking sort of funny. I think, holy sh*t, this is gonna hurt.

So that lady pays and leaves, they clean the room, and it's my turn. The lady (I should almost say girl, I bet she was 23 or so) tells me to take everything off my lower half, and lay down on the table. She says I can cover up with this itty bitty towel if I want, but she's gonna see everything anyway. So I strip, and don't bother with the towel. Honestly, the exposure wasn't a big deal to me. I don't know why, but I just don't care about that part.

So she comes back in, and has me lay on my back with the bottoms of my feet together. She started from the oustide, and worked her way in. She told me that they do that so if the pain is too much, you can stop, and basically have a bikini wax instead of a brazillian.

So she works here way around, underneath, inside, everywhere. Honestly, the most painful strip pulled off was the upper part, not even near the moneymaker. I think it's what Drazil refers to as her FUPA. I'd say she did about 25 or 30 wax strips (she didn't use the stips of cloth that my hair lady uses on my eyebrows - this was just ripping off the wax), and I think there was about 5 that REALLY hurt. Otherwise, not horrendous.

After that's done, she goes, "we normally do the back, did we talk about this?" I said no . . . She goes, "well, you've come this far, let's just finish it." So I'm rolled over on to my stomach, onto my knees and elbows, arse in the air. And she proceeds to wax my backside. What's crazy is during this particular portion, we were chatting about how someone gets into this line of work, and I remember thinking, this is crazy, but I'm gonna ask it: "do you LIKE your job?" as she's ripping wax out of my butt crack. And she said YES!, she does like her job. Nuts, huh?

So after it's all over (it took about 45 minutes), I'm given an oil to break down any remaining stuck wax, and then aloe to soothe my irritated skin. My skin was sore for about 24 hours or so, but is more or less ok now. I've kept it moisurized, and I am to begin exfoliating within the next day or two to help prevent ingrowns.

So that's my waxing tale. Hubby was please with his surprise, but gave me grief because I did it this week, when he's gonna be gone for the whole weekend. But he'll live, I'm sure. It'll still be there for him when he gets back Sunday.

So that's the story of my first brazillian wax. Honestly, it doesn't feel as different as I thought it would, at least while I'm clothed going about my everyday business. Now bedroom time, that's a little bit different. I can feel a lot more. The other thing is that I feel bizarrely naked. As in, hubby and I normally shower together before bed, and for some reason, I felt like saying "don't look at me!" I don't know why, that's completely irrational, but that's how I felt. I'm sure it'll take some getting used to.

The waxing lady said that I should not form an opinion of waxing until after the second time, because it's significantly easier than the first. So, for now, my plan is to continue to go. We go on vacay the end of June, so I'll try to go in again before then.

Hope you enjoyed my story of pain and suffering!