My eyebrows were raped at the hands of a terrible, terrible salon personnel today. They are still recovering from their psychological wounds.
You see, I have very simple requirements when it comes to my eyebrows - to have two instead of one. Nothing fancy, just enough to undo the Helga from 'Hey Arnold' look. The problem is, when these salon people see my eyebrows, they get all excited and want to take it all off (the eyebrows I mean). Some want to turn them into 'V's (I honestly don't understand what this is all about. Who'd want to have two circumflexes above their eyes anyway?) while some are convinced that they'd look super as super thin rainbows. Just get this straight; yes, I understand that my eyebrows are super bushy and yes, they might present themselves to you as the perfect playground to practice your craft. Whipping them into whatever you want them to be might seem all too exciting (cue whiplash), but the point is to shape them into what "I" want. I want them thick and there will be no compromising on that. After all, they are on MY face not anyone else's.
Same happens with my hair. 'OMG, SO much hair! Why do you want to cut this??','Such big curls! Let's straighten this!', 'You know what you should do??? Perm it!' are the usual reactions while some have other bizarre suggestions like 'let's dye it blue with green highlights. With your wavy curls, that would look so groovy!'. Honest to God, I'm not even kidding.
I'm not someone who frequents beauty salons, simply because the whole concept, the stench of bleeching and burnt hair somewhat depresses and nauseates me. So just like my eyebrows, I have simple needs when it comes to my hair. Just make it manageable. And without the straightening/rebonding/perming/colouring and the entire synthetic jingbang please. I'm not perfect but I somewhat like myself exactly as I am. And I will never get used to the high pitched gushing and screeching of beauty consultants, instructing the female creatures who walk through those doors about what is beautiful and what is not. I find it a tad patronising.
That is not to say that all beauty consultants are the same. You come across some really awesome ones too once in a while, true artists who understand and work with all the natural flaws, inconsistencies and features of humans and accentuate their beauty, their uniqueness, interpreting them into something remarkable. Those, however rare, I cherish.
Thank God I have found such a hair person now who doesn't go bananas and mangoes at the sight of my hair. I am keeping her. Unfortunately, I am yet to find the luxury of such an eyebrow person as yet.
All this because my parents are celebrating their birthday tomorrow and I had to get them both gifts. Yes, yes they were both born on the same day, but years apart. And no, it's not cool cz every year right around this time I go shamefully broke from buying gifts for both of them at the same time. Plus all this wandering from one place to another in that impossible quest to find the perfect gift! Being a perfectionist does not help when you are out gift hunting...
Was out and about in Kiribathgoda after a long, long time. Couldn't help but wonder at how much things have changed. There was a time when the only bookshops in town were Samanala and the Gamage Bookshop. I used to get all excited when I was small when it was that time of the year when parents go out with their little ones with the list of books for school (this list has everything that the child would need for the term including pens and pencils, erasers, bottles of glue and etc). The smell of new books have always excited me and sometimes, if my parents were feeling generous, they would let me choose my own pencils and erasers instead of getting the boring, standard ones they usually give for the list. Fruity scented strawberry shaped erasers were all the rage those days and I'd always go for the most colourful pencils available. They were the most expensive. That is, if my parents let me.
Times have changed now and the children nowadays have much fancier things that I doubt if they really know the meaning of appreciation of what they get. The ability to get thrilled and be besides oneself over something so small like a fancy eraser was such a beautiful, innocent thing. I am grateful for those moments, I am grateful for those times. I feel sorry for the children of nowadays. I'd doubt if they would get impressed if even handed an iMac.
These bookshops have become forgotten holes in the wall, dark and gloomy inside, barely visible. It breaks my heart to see them now. Bigger and more luxurious looking bookshops like Sarasavi and Gunasena are looming over them now in their multi-storeyed glory while the others are shrinking under their gaze. It's sad. Just like everything else is in these changing times. Suddenly, I am left nostalgic for my childhood.
Back to the topic of shopping. Kiribathgoda is a fascinating place to shop if you've got a bit of time on your hands. While it isn't the best place to shop for the party that is tonight, once in a while you strike gold in the form of a gorgeous dress or a pair of shoes at unbelievably low prices if only you bother to dig far enough.
It always cracks me up whenever I walk into a shoe or a clothing store and a shop assistant asks me "Miss මොනාද බැලුවේ". I always stop myself just in time from answering that I'm looking to buy some potatoes and coconuts for dinner. at the shoe store.
Well, I had no time for any of those today, what with dealing with an unending assignment and my perennial procrastination. And here I am watching videos of chipmunks doing stretching exercises on youtube and yapping crazy lady rants on blogger.
Back to my raped eyebrows. Tragedy is not even the word. So I walked home today in the rain with my scandalously thin eyebrows, letting the raindrops wash away my eyebrows' tears. And despite the heart wrenching tragedy, dare I say I enjoyed the walk?
You see, I have very simple requirements when it comes to my eyebrows - to have two instead of one. Nothing fancy, just enough to undo the Helga from 'Hey Arnold' look. The problem is, when these salon people see my eyebrows, they get all excited and want to take it all off (the eyebrows I mean). Some want to turn them into 'V's (I honestly don't understand what this is all about. Who'd want to have two circumflexes above their eyes anyway?) while some are convinced that they'd look super as super thin rainbows. Just get this straight; yes, I understand that my eyebrows are super bushy and yes, they might present themselves to you as the perfect playground to practice your craft. Whipping them into whatever you want them to be might seem all too exciting (cue whiplash), but the point is to shape them into what "I" want. I want them thick and there will be no compromising on that. After all, they are on MY face not anyone else's.
Same happens with my hair. 'OMG, SO much hair! Why do you want to cut this??','Such big curls! Let's straighten this!', 'You know what you should do??? Perm it!' are the usual reactions while some have other bizarre suggestions like 'let's dye it blue with green highlights. With your wavy curls, that would look so groovy!'. Honest to God, I'm not even kidding.
I'm not someone who frequents beauty salons, simply because the whole concept, the stench of bleeching and burnt hair somewhat depresses and nauseates me. So just like my eyebrows, I have simple needs when it comes to my hair. Just make it manageable. And without the straightening/rebonding/perming/colouring and the entire synthetic jingbang please. I'm not perfect but I somewhat like myself exactly as I am. And I will never get used to the high pitched gushing and screeching of beauty consultants, instructing the female creatures who walk through those doors about what is beautiful and what is not. I find it a tad patronising.
That is not to say that all beauty consultants are the same. You come across some really awesome ones too once in a while, true artists who understand and work with all the natural flaws, inconsistencies and features of humans and accentuate their beauty, their uniqueness, interpreting them into something remarkable. Those, however rare, I cherish.
Thank God I have found such a hair person now who doesn't go bananas and mangoes at the sight of my hair. I am keeping her. Unfortunately, I am yet to find the luxury of such an eyebrow person as yet.
All this because my parents are celebrating their birthday tomorrow and I had to get them both gifts. Yes, yes they were both born on the same day, but years apart. And no, it's not cool cz every year right around this time I go shamefully broke from buying gifts for both of them at the same time. Plus all this wandering from one place to another in that impossible quest to find the perfect gift! Being a perfectionist does not help when you are out gift hunting...
Was out and about in Kiribathgoda after a long, long time. Couldn't help but wonder at how much things have changed. There was a time when the only bookshops in town were Samanala and the Gamage Bookshop. I used to get all excited when I was small when it was that time of the year when parents go out with their little ones with the list of books for school (this list has everything that the child would need for the term including pens and pencils, erasers, bottles of glue and etc). The smell of new books have always excited me and sometimes, if my parents were feeling generous, they would let me choose my own pencils and erasers instead of getting the boring, standard ones they usually give for the list. Fruity scented strawberry shaped erasers were all the rage those days and I'd always go for the most colourful pencils available. They were the most expensive. That is, if my parents let me.
Times have changed now and the children nowadays have much fancier things that I doubt if they really know the meaning of appreciation of what they get. The ability to get thrilled and be besides oneself over something so small like a fancy eraser was such a beautiful, innocent thing. I am grateful for those moments, I am grateful for those times. I feel sorry for the children of nowadays. I'd doubt if they would get impressed if even handed an iMac.
These bookshops have become forgotten holes in the wall, dark and gloomy inside, barely visible. It breaks my heart to see them now. Bigger and more luxurious looking bookshops like Sarasavi and Gunasena are looming over them now in their multi-storeyed glory while the others are shrinking under their gaze. It's sad. Just like everything else is in these changing times. Suddenly, I am left nostalgic for my childhood.
Back to the topic of shopping. Kiribathgoda is a fascinating place to shop if you've got a bit of time on your hands. While it isn't the best place to shop for the party that is tonight, once in a while you strike gold in the form of a gorgeous dress or a pair of shoes at unbelievably low prices if only you bother to dig far enough.
It always cracks me up whenever I walk into a shoe or a clothing store and a shop assistant asks me "Miss මොනාද බැලුවේ". I always stop myself just in time from answering that I'm looking to buy some potatoes and coconuts for dinner. at the shoe store.
Well, I had no time for any of those today, what with dealing with an unending assignment and my perennial procrastination. And here I am watching videos of chipmunks doing stretching exercises on youtube and yapping crazy lady rants on blogger.
Back to my raped eyebrows. Tragedy is not even the word. So I walked home today in the rain with my scandalously thin eyebrows, letting the raindrops wash away my eyebrows' tears. And despite the heart wrenching tragedy, dare I say I enjoyed the walk?
