I don’t know about you, but the world seems to be getting pretty (insert your favorite colorful word here) intense. While I like to stay informed, I also like to laugh to deal with stress. And, I need some chuckles these days.
Today, the wonderful Suzie Carr is here to help us laugh with an embarrassing story. Also, Suzie is giving away 1 ecopy of Uprooting. Below the guest post, you’ll find more details about the giveaway.
Take it away, Suzie.
A HOT MESS
When I look back on my life so far, it wouldn’t be a stretch for me to describe myself as a bumbling fool. I’d say this was especially true in my days as a hairdresser. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t send people out of the salon doors with their hair on fire, uneven, or orange. Though, there was that one client…
Oh, I still cringe when I think back on the day that I shocked the hell out of a client in the waxing room. Keep in mind, I was a hairdresser, trained to cut, color, and style hair. I was really good at that. But waxing? Eek!
Well, my boss at the time, short on the help, thought I might be good at other salon type things, too. Next thing I knew, he nudged me into the small waxing room to assist a client who wanted to tame her bushy eyebrows.
Filled with panic, I pretended to be a cool cucumber under the bright fluorescent lights and her trusting smile.
Trust is such a major part of the salon experience, right? I could barely swallow the fear choking off my air supply, let alone be expected to spread a layer of hot wax into a perfectly precise arch onto the client’s delicate eyebrow.
So there I stood above her, inhaling outrageously large amounts of air, breaking out into a sweat, and trying to steady my trembling hand. She closed her eyes, placing herself in a complete state of trust, believing she was in the best of hands at her favorite little corner beauty shop.
As she inhaled and exhaled a relaxed breath, I dipped the waxing stick into the hot wax and thought I might pass out. I tried without much success to remember all I learned in beauty school three years prior about waxing eyebrows. Instead, about to embark on my first waxing client, the room turned blurry and much too warm.
I closed in on that client’s eyebrow, attempting to lay that wax just right on her bushy eyebrow. At first, I was pretty darned proud of myself because the wax lay in a perfect arch.
One hurdle overcome.
Next, feeling slightly more confident I might actually pull this wax job off, I placed a strip over the hot wax and pressed it lightly, massaging it until I thought a good enough span of time had elapsed for the wax to have taken to the unwanted hair.
I asked the client if she was ready for the rapid pull. She grasped the edge of the table and smiled. “Ready as ever!”
I braced for the moment of impact, grabbing hold of the top of that wax strip and pulling it taut. It was do or die. So I did. I yanked the wax strip off fast, like really fast so as not to torture the client with a slow agonizing pull.
I quickly glanced at the wax strip to see the bushy unwanted eyebrow on the strip.
Yes! I had accomplished the task at hand!
Smiling and taking in a full breath finally, I traveled my gaze to her smiling face and gasped when I saw her naked brow.
My God, I’d never seen skin so naked before in my life.
I managed to pull the whole eyebrow off her brow! Every. Single. Last. Piece. Of. Hair.
She grabbed my hand. “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t feel my fingers, toes, lips. I opened my mouth to confess to her about my mistake, but no words formed. Instead, tears sprang. Then I made some weird guttural noise that sounded like a cross between a tortured cry and a gurgle.
She sprang up and reached for the hand mirror on the table.
“Wow,” she said in a whisper.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” I managed to say before breaking out into convulsive sobs.
She put the mirror down and immediately pulled me into her arms, patting my back. “There, there. It’s okay. I’ve always hated those bushy things anyway. You’ve done me a favor. Yank of the other one and buy me an eyebrow pencil. Then, we’ll call it even.”
Yeah, that truly happened.
Needless to say that to this day, I’m scared to death of wax. I am the proud owner of a dammed good set of tweezers instead.
I’ll stick to plucking, thank you very much!
by Suzie Carr
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On a fateful spring afternoon, two strangers meet at a musical event and a spark of an idea brings them both the opportunity to right some wrongs. Meet Harper Ray, an undiscovered musician who’s willing to dig weeds, clean houses, and give guitar lessons to stay afloat. A childhood tragedy has kept her blocked and has limited her ability to see and live her potential. Ivy Homestead is a green witch and life coach. Her life purpose has always been to help people live their best lives. But after hurting her best friend over a year ago, Ivy has struggled with feelings of inadequacy. What they both discover will test their strength and have them questioning what they’re willing to risk to find their way back home within themselves and each other.
MEET THE AUTHOR
Suzie Carr has authored over 14 Sapphic novels and several books on writing, marketing, and productivity.
She is a podcaster on Curves Welcome where she shares insights on self-love and life-hack topics. Suzie is passionate about promoting bisexual visibility within the LGBTQ community and enjoys writing about the beauty of women in love with other women.
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Thanks so much for stopping by today.
So funny…used to wax my legs (many moons ago) stopped when I removed a patch of skin.
Wax is evil! It bruised my sensitive skin so badly. Your story had a happy ending at least!
Tweezers are my only friend.