Well, I'm not a professional, by any means. I'm just someone who likes taking pictures, yeah? Before about 18DEC10, I was using my cell-phone to take pictures (3.1 mp). It did a pretty good job; however, for Christmas, I received a Kodak Easy Share which has 12 mp and take much nicer pictures. I'm saving this year, so that next Christmas I can buy myself a much better camera! :) I hope you enjoy my photos.

22 July 2011


I hope that the fact that I'm taking an odd picture of just a part of my face doesn't come across as vain (is that the correct spelling?) I didn't mean for it to be. Yesterday, Pop and I were both NOT feeling well. He slept most of the day and I vomited earlier in the day cos of a allergy migraine. That was the first time I've been sick in that manner in more than two years. Even today, the muscles around my thoracic region hurt from being used in a way they aren't normally used. But I digress. The reason I told y'all about Pop and I and our yucky feeling-ness is cos I wanted y'all to know that we didn't go outside much yesterday. We didn't feel like it. And there is only so much inside a house that you can photograph, right? Anyway, this is Thursday's picture.

One thing that interests me about this photograph is the fact that my freckles are clearly visible. I have been under the impression (dunno why) that my freckles have faded over the years. But clearly, they haven't. They are in abundance!
Secondly--Please, no comments about how I need to have my eyebrows waxed. I realize it. However, I'm in something of a dilemma because I went to the wrong beauty salon. I will continue that story in a moment, but first I want to say something rather clearly:


Okay, here is the story. I was driving home from my June weekend off in San Marcos. I happened to have made really good time and had a few minutes to spare before I had to be home. I decided to get my eyebrows waxed, so I drove to my normal place right there near the Rao's bakery. They're always good and nice and get me right in! What I didn't know until that day is that they are not open on Sundays! :( Color me disappointed, yeah?

I found another store nearby which WAS open on Sundays, so I decided to try them for a wax. I should have waited 'til Tuesday (my next day off) but I knew I had at least one doctor's appointments in Houston that day, so I would prolly not have an opportunity to stop by to do anything at the beauty salon.

WELL--I walked in and asked the lady if I could get my eyebrows done. What I thought was interesting is that she kept asking is I wanted my lip waxed, too. She kept quoting the price and saying "lip? Five dollars?" I had to tell her 'no' about three times.

Finally, she got down to business. I think she might have been trained in torture techniques cos that was the worst, most painful eyebrow waxing I have ever had. The wax was HOT. As a matter of fact, I had little tiny burn marks above my eyebrows for almost two weeks afterwards. It was terrible.

What made me most upset is that the woman waxed most of my eyebrows off!!! My eyebrows are naturally a certain width of thickness, yeah? When she was done, she handed me a mirror and I was shocked! My eyebrows were about 1/3 of the size they naturally were! I think it is fine to have them the smaller width if that is what you want to have. However, I like the way God made me--usually. The eyebrow waxing is simply a way to "clean" up the excess hair. Kind of like men who trim around their goatees every few days--to keep it clean.

So, now I have these tiny, tiny eyebrows which I have to either a) continue to have done in this tiny manner (which I suppose I could get used to having, but I don't really want to do) or b) spend the next six to eight months (according to my normal wax lady) letting everything grow out to the normal width and then begin the waxing again with someone who actually asks what I want and looks at my face to see what is normally done. So, I think I'll choose the latter, but I sure will look silly for nearly a year.

I'm not sure anyone wanted to hear that story, but there you have it. and you have a photograph of my lovely face--wrinkles, hair wisps, freckles, crazy eyebrows, hazel eyes and all. Can you tell I'm smiling?

No comments:

Post a Comment