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.