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| - This was hands down the worst waxing experience I've had in Pittsburgh. Ever, actually.
I really wanted to like Anya Salon. They're close to my house, and the outside of the building is really cute. I just needed a quick brow wax touch up and lip. I started getting nervous the second we stepped into the waxing room. There were ceiling tiles missing, exposing all manners of pipes, the floor was torn up, there were holes in the walls, and the entire room was shaking from the washing machine running downstairs. The only things in the room are 2 roller drawers, a mirror on the floor, and an old black massage/wax table. It was... creepy?
I started getting more nervous as she began working. I could tell that she was a novice, and didn't have the greatest technique. I'm not that picky though, I just needed my brows cleaned up. The basic shape is there, just follow the lines. Hell, I've gotten my brows waxed at a Great Clips before and been satisfied!
Then she showed me my brows. I have never, in the 10 years I've been getting my eyebrows waxed, said anything but "looks good!" when that little mirror is handed to you to inspect their handiwork. I could not believe what she had done to me. One brow is a thin line (think late '90's pam anderson brows), and the other looks normal. My. Eyebrows. Are. Two. Completely. Different. Shapes. I'm jacked up looking, y'all.
So, I said, "Woah, this one is much thinner the the other one," and she had the audacity to tell me that they're two different eyebrows so they're never going to look exactly the same. I couldn't. I mean-- what? I've had these eyebrows for thirty-two years, and they've always pretty much looked identical. I suggested we skip the lip wax, paid only for the service (I have literally never not tipped at a salon), and got the h-e double hockey sticks out.
Now to figure out how to deal with this catastrophe that is my face.
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