For several months now I have my eyebrows threaded. I really never bothered to take stock in the minute detail of the task.
This past weekend I went for a touch up. That is just to clean up some new stray hairs. Very quick and smooth process.
My standard place to go is the eyebrow bar at the mall. It is a place literally for eyebrow threading. They have chairs similar to ones in the beauty salon only they lay back. Once you go in unless you have a regular person that does it, you get whoever is there. I always have the same person, on this day she was out. Knowing the restricted schedule I have I opted to have someone else do it.
This petite, Indian young lady with hair so long it just reached her knees came over with a tight smile, she advised me it was my turn. You wouldn't believe how busy that place is on the weekends.
I sit on the chair, then lay back. The custom is for the customer to take both hands and with one finger of each hand stretch the skin above and below the eyebrow. They will then take a thread and with both hands weave it through your brow, eliminating unwanted hairs. A part of the thread is maneuvered via their mouth.
It started with her jamming my finger into my own eye, quite aggressively. I told her I had an eye injury and needed to take care, I think at this point I realized her limited English was 'You next'.
The assault was swift, it was like having that creature from The Ring movie climb up on me and attack my brows. Her teeth gleamed in anger while pulling the thread through it. She pulled the rest of the thread with two angry hands, my eyebrows were on fire. I dared a peek and could see many tiny hairs flying about, as if a tiny lawn mower were doing the trick.
The pain was excruciating and I finally had the strength to say STOP! It took two shouts. The maniacal threading Nazi would have none of that. She pointed to the center of my eyebrow and before I knew it she was on me like a bad date in a trance over cheap perfume. I literally had to push her off.
I grabbed a mirror and there was hair all over my face and inside my eyes. Luckily I did not have my contacts on, I wore my glasses. I stormed out wishing I knew how to say FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE THREADING NAZI in any of the Indian dialects.
I went home with a pounding pain above both eyes, the skin so red I looked like one of the Aliens of Star Trek. When I got home my left eye, you know the one, it's only been through laser, antibiotics and multi levels of prescription wear, was swollen. The next day the swelling was down but the pain persisted.
Today, I have a stye in my left eye (crazy bitch probably had gingivitis in that foaming anger), and LITERALLY thread burns on both eyes just below the brow.
I am so traumatic about it, I doubt I will ever even sew a pair of fucking pants if it entails touching thread.
I shall go back to the waxing, suddenly scalding hot wax doesn't seem so bad after all.