On one of my infrequent days off this spring, I ended up in a small boutique spa near my house. I live on the outer edges of Las Vegas, which means that in order to get most of my product, I have to commit to at least 30 minutes in the car. Refusing to go more than a handful of miles for a new exfoliating mask, I found myself at Elements. Earlier that day, I had come to the awful realization that I had short, little black hairs coming out of my nose. Great. All I could think of what how many clients had gazed at me for an hour close up while I did their makeup, all the while noticing this. This is why, after a lovely esthitician named Cheri helped me, I ended up on my back in her room with a glob of wax stuffed up my nose.
Note: I am generally not in the habit of letting strange women put hot wax into my orifices upon first meeting. Cheri was exceptionally charming.
To say I was terrified is an understatement. I made her do only one nostril at a time. After the wax hardened, she pinched my nose right above the booger-on-a-stick and pulled down fast. I hardly felt it. It was amazing! By far the least painful waxing I have ever done! I was flaring my nostrils in delight, checking myself out in the review mirror all the way home.
Just when the beauty profession thinks they've got it covered, along comes something new. Not that nose waxing was new, but it's not exactly on the "Specials" board. In my life both as a woman and a makeup artist, I have waxed all the major stuff you've heard about before, except for the armpits (STILL cannot bring myself to do it). Maybe because I'm in people faces all day, I'm hyper aware of any fuzz that doesn't belong to a lash line or eye brow. I have to say, now I'm an addict. I must get my nose waxed again, if only for the satisfaction of knowing I've finally found something to wax that doesn't hurt!
