If I could have one wish, it would be for perfect eyebrows. And world peace (of course)... Oh, and for the UK's weather not to completely suck so much. I'm not a gambling girl, but every time I go somewhere to get my eyebrows done, I feel like I'm either going to leave pleased, or walk away penniless (it can be expensive), with shitty eyebrows, wishing I would have stayed home. I don't think that last sentence made sense, but hopefully you get my point.
Right before our wedding, I had my eyebrows done at the Cannon House Office Building salon -- or whatever was left of the salon. Tides Salon closed and was replaced with God only knows. The woman who helped me, although very sweet, had no idea how to wax eyebrows. My left one was fine, but she basically ripped off the right one and left me with sore, red skin. I was so upset I walked into my old office and made all of my past co-workers stare at my face. Borderline psychotic if you ask me. Thankfully the woman who did my makeup for the wedding filled it in, but still, I was freaking.
I've since switched from waxing to threading and although the results are usually a bit better, I'm still gambling. I try to get my eyebrows waxed once a month because my hair grows fast (and when they're hairy B won't to talk to me... just kidding... sort of) but every couple of months, they take off way too much and I find myself obsessing again. Obsessing equals examining myself multiple times a day and rubbing emu oil all over in an attempt to jumpstart the growth process. I doubt this works but it makes me feel better. Right now I'm letting my eyebrows grow in yet again and it's taking longer than usual. And they look gross.
Ahh, if only I had perfect eyebrows.