rose with words.

ok her name isn’t really sally, its nina. and she is my eyebrow sensei.  i get compliments on my eyebrows all the time.  some like how they’re shaped, others like their “thickness”. but, every time i’m met with one of these lovely comments i smile and laugh a little thinking to myself, “ooooh if they only knew the way nina and i know.”

last night i went into my usual threading spot and this happened:

nina: are you kristen?

me:  no, tiffany…why?

nina:  oh, a girl came in and said her sister with the really, really thick eyebrows and all the hair sent her.  i thought it was you.

hearing this, i completely get why she thought i’d changed my name.  totally sounds like me.  yes ya’ll, by the time poor nina finishes taming my over-grown man-hair at least 2 to 3 girls have been in and out of other chick’s chair.  the time it takes used to be embarrassing but i figure its more embarrassing to leave all that testosterone present on my face so, i’ve made peace.

all this to say: dear nina, you’re the best.  and, as long as you keep my eyebrows (and other unsightly facial hair) in tact,  you don’t have to remember my name.