My husband and I did some research online and found Brow Spa 24 in the mall. It had three total reviews on Google, all of them good. We decided to go.
We got to the mall, looked at the map and found Brow Spa 24, and started heading towards it. As we walked, fear of the unknown caused me to drag my feet.
“Can we go to the bathroom before we go?” I asked my husband. I was stalling.
After the bathroom break, we walked into Brow Spa 24. It was a very small and skinny salon; all open for the curious eyes of shoppers walking past. There were three salon chairs in front of big mirrors, and an open counter. A short, stern looking Asian woman was standing behind it.
“Eyebrows?” she asked.
I nodded.
She pointed me to the chair closest to the counter and told me to lean back and close my eyes. Without any other word, I felt a sharp, painful, pulling sensation on my eyebrows. I could hear my hairs being mercilessly pulled out 10 at a time. In all my eyebrow plucking days, tweezers did not compare to this. I had to bite my lip and clench my fists to contain words like “Ow!” and “Jeez!” I like to think that I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but apparently that tolerance ended with my eyebrows. To my horror, I felt wet tears gathering in my closed eyes and draining down the side of my face.
Soon, the plucking and sounds of rubbing thread stopped.
“Do you need tissue?” the Asian woman asked.
“No, no. I’m fine,” I said, embarrassed. I wiped away drops of mascara under my eye.
“Hold your eye.”
“How? Like this?” I pulled at my eye, trying not to wince.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes.”
She smirked, showed me how to hold my eye and tighten the area of my eyebrow, and went at it again. I sat in the chair, head pressed back on the headrest as hard as I could, thinking of happy things like lighthouses and cookies. Before long, she was moving to the other eyebrow and the same, excruciating process happened again. My eyes hurt from all the tears they retained, and my eye brows stung. I prayed for it to be over.
“All done! You can look.”
I looked in the mirror. All I saw was my bright red skin, around my eyebrows, swollen and hairless.
“Looks great.”
My husband quickly paid, and she told us to keep the receipts to get 50% off our fifth visit. I wasn’t sure if I would come back for a second.
My husband and I walked through the mall and to the parking lot.
“She held the thread in her mouth! And I could hear all the plucking. She was pulling out, like 10 hairs at a time!” he said.
“That was horrifying. This is incentive to keep up on my plucking so I never have to go back.”
Overall, I did like the end product. My eyebrows were expertly shaped, all in an appointment that lasted 10 minutes. My husband treated me to a Target and Walgreens run, where I bought six different products for eyebrows, and ended up finding a bronze shade that I liked (only $1.09!!!). Now my eyebrows can be proud, no longer invisible to the world. I do like that.
I stand by what I said, though. I don’t think I will ever go back to Brow Spa 24, or any eyebrow threading salon for that matter. Next time I might try waxing. Sounds less barbaric than using thread to cause pain. Maybe I am overdramatizing. In any case, it was an experience. Say hello to my ginger brows.
Just After the Appointment
Wet n Wild Coloricon Bronze Shade
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