Things I heard yesterday from my first client of the day. Holy cheese and crackers. I like pain but not this kind of pain. Are my balls on the table? God, I have way too much fun waxing men sometimes. It was great starting my day with this guy!
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
A friend just sent me an article about things you need to know before getting a bikini wax that I have to share! It gets easier the more you do it. (It really does!) Start waxing before you get pregnant. If there isn’t a room designated to waxing and it’s just a sketchy space behind a curtain, then waxing is not a priority at the salon and you should run for the hills. You should be comfortable that the place is clean, the technician wears gloves and does not use the same stick twice between your legs. It’s okay to wax when you have your period. (it just might be a bit more sensitive and, oh yea, please wear a tampon!) Staying on a schedule makes it so much easier. The type of wax does make it better. Honey waxes are crap. (that was my add on…) Working out before or after can irritate the skin. And, most importantly, your hair will become finer and thinner the more you do it. Yep, I’m a believer!
I had a new client say that she found me online and read all about me before coming in for a wax. It is pretty obvious if you do your homework that, not only have I been in the business a long time, I’ve pretty much live and breathe Brazilian waxing. I wouldn’t have enough material to write two books if I didn’t have a lot of experience. When she came in for her wax, she told me that although she did a ton of research online about me, she had one thing she wanted to ask before we started. Did I have any experience?
Every job has it’s occupational hazards. Foraging through the thick, dense bush has triggered some severe tendonitis in my wrists. Last month, it got so bad that I could barely use my fingers or my hands. The pain was incredible and I was scared that I’d have to stop working. The good news is that I went back to the acupuncturist I used to see a few years ago. After three sessions, I can use my hands without any pain and all the swelling in my wrists has subsided. I’m not sure if there is any correlation between my love for waxing Asian women and my gratitude for Chinese medicine and even my love for Japanese and Thai food, but I’m a pretty happy Brazilian waxer this morning.
Did you know that Mark’s mom Celia started the salon in the 1950’s? She opened up Style-O-Rama in the Mt. Hope shopping plaza. She purchased the building that we are in now in the 1970’s. During that time, Mark’s dad drove cab and decided to go to cosmetology school so he could work with his wife. In 1993, I decided to give up teaching, go to cosmetology school and join Mark in the business as well. Mark & M.E. is truly a second generation family salon.
Don’t let any bird’s fly out of your nest. Summer isn’t over yet. Schedule your next bikini wax before things get out of control.
{One of the amusing illustrations from The Happy Hen House}
I was just talking to a woman who got her Master’s in Education (just like I did), has been substitute teaching for over two years (which I did), and cannot secure a job (yep, been there…). I feel her frustration about spending the time and money to get an education but not being able to find a job in her field. It seems like a common story that I hear on a regular basis. But, for me, it was a blessing in disguise. I decided to stop waiting for someone else to make my career decision for me and take control of my professional destiny. I guess it’s true what they say…all things happen for a reason. Choose to be happy!
Grown women are still asking me to leave initials in their pubic hair. Yesterday, a lady wanted both of her man’s initials left on her bikini area, but she had fine, blonde hair. There was no way I could have made two distinct initials out of her wispy pubes. As we got chatting about other creative alternatives to honoring her man’s name on her lady parts, I came up with a brilliant idea. Magic shell. Yes, magic shell. It’s the chocolate sauce you put on ice cream that hardens after about a minute. Not only could he be honored by his lady adorning his initials, he could snack on them as well.
This morning, I was feeling kind of yucky so I did what I always do to feel better, I went to the gym. Endorphins are definitely a good friend of mine. When I walked into Midtown, the older gentleman named Earl who works at the front desk approached me and gave me the biggest, most sincere hug. It actually made me cry. I must have looked like I needed it and he picked up on how I was feeling. It really made me feel so much better. So today’s message is quite simple. Never underestimate the power of a hug.
~Brazilian words of wisdom~