So allowing a person, voluntarily, you haven't met before to pour hot wax over certain parts of your body, then rip it off and then actually pay them for that experience isn't exactly my idea of fun for a Saturday morning (or any other day for that matter). But sometimes a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
Now I have tattoos and piercing and I have attended, not one but two, test cricket matches, so I consider myself as someone with a rather high pain threshold. Except for when it comes to hair removal. I have never given birth but am fairly sure that is far less painful. It must be!
As the clock reached 11am I started heading to Phoenix Beauty Point for my appointment. I was seriously considering downing a double whiskey but:
A: apparently it is frowned upon to drink alcohol before you have had breakfast
B: I really don't like whiskey
I entered the salon and was greeted by Balo, this beautiful woman with a warm smile. She showed me to the room and asked me to get ready. As I took my clothes off I thought to myself: don't let her kind smile deceive you Alex, she is about to cause you some serious pain.
She entered and soon after Operation Hair Elimination started. Now I'm not saying I didn't feel anything; I was stone cold sober remember. But Balo had this incredible way of making me think about everything else but that hot way on my skin.
During the session we talked about Camden Market, the history of Afghanistan and the different dialect of Nigeria (thank you Wikipedia for making me sound like an intellectual!) and before I knew it, it was over! Balo was so thorough; not a single hair to be found.
I would be lying if I said that my dislike for waxing is now gone; but at Phoenix Beauty Point it feels like a beauty treatment and not torture. I highly recommend anyone who wants a five star treatment to go there! read more