Friday, April 13, 2007

Hot Wax? Ouch!

I got my first bikini wax today. I went to Mimosa in Hermosa, and their waxing specialist, Gabriella, is really nice and down-to-earth. Not to mention funny! She kept me laughing the entire appointment.

Was it painful? Of course. But it wasn't as traumatic as I thought it was going to be.

The basic rundown is this:

You end up, bottomless (as opposed to topless) on a table, where warm (ok, it was more than warm) wax is applied to hair-covered skin prepped by a dusting of talc (also known as baby powder). When the wax has sufficiently cooled, it's quickly removed, taking the hair with it.

Gabriella's appointments run around a half-hour for a "classic" bikini wax, which includes the waxing and tweezing of shorter, stubborn hairs. That was the most painful part of the experience. I've read (and been told) that bikini waxes should only be around 15-20 minutes, because the skin becomes inflamed and it's harder to remove the hair. However, I didn't think it hurt badly and I like Gabriella so I think I'll continue to utilize her services.

I'm almost ready for bikini season.

6 comments:

Rummy1978 said...

So, I can't get into any fun sites at the new job, so I am left with this too public form of communication.

Btw, I wouldn't want one, but I like the result.

Liseysmom said...

I love my waxer - she is a very strong German woman and she does a great job. I have had three different ladies over the years and it makes SUCH a difference when you have someone good.

Enjoy your new look!!

don said...

Ouch!

Diane Lowe said...

What is it with men saying, "That's crazy! Why would you do that?" and then also saying, "but I like the result!"?

:)

I shouldn't complain. I like the result too, and I think it was money well spent. It seriously wasn't that painful, although I probably have a higher pain tolerance than most women. Or maybe it takes more to freak me out.

Gabriella is Romanian, and speaks Hungarian. She's very nice.

Thanks liseysmom!

Gunner said...

Gunner curls into a ball on the floor whimpering at the idea alone.

Anonymous said...

I can vividly recall the day my wife came home after her first waxing. It was like I was a kid in junior high, the anticipation was thick all through dinner as I knew what awaited me after our daughter went to bed. Then the appointed hour came. My wife with her sly look pulled me in, I took her pants off and then. Her garments...damn it back to reality.