The salt water hits your freshly shaved legs (or worse, your bikini area!) and it feels like a thousand tiny needles are pricking your legs (or lady-parts). You try to regain composure and act like nothing’s going on, but saving face is not so easy. Now that the salt water has irritated your skin, little red razor bumps start popping up everywhere. NOT a good compliment to that fresh mani/pedi or cute suit. Not a good look for spring break.

As you sit back on your beach towel, you think only one thing: “I could have avoided all of this if I had just gotten a wax instead.”

With spring break 2012 only a couple of weeks away, now’s the time to start thinking about any waxes you plan to get. Whether you’re getting your legs, underarm, bikini and/or brows done before your trip, any hair to be waxed needs to be at least ¼ inch long in order for the wax to adhere properly. So, put down the razor for a few days in preparation of smooth, silky, ocean-friendly skin during spring break.

For those of you who won’t be lounging beachside this spring break, waxing is still the best option for you on vacation. Your wax will easily last all week (and well after you come back), so you won’t have to worry about shaving at all while you’re away. And carry-ons? You can’t take razors!

We know you’re already mentally planning your week’s wardrobe, and that you’re more likely sitting in class Facebooking your friends about hotel reservations and party RSVPs than actually taking notes, but now’s the time to plan for your wax and book your appointment. Then, instead of sitting on that same beach towel wishing the ocean were fresh water instead (which, of course, wouldn’t give you sexy beach hair all week… But that’s another story), you’ll be secretly thanking us instead.

Ps. Guys going on spring break (or girls who would rather take a groomed-boyfriend), remember we offer plenty of men’s waxing services too (back, shoulders, chest, buttox – whatever floats your boat).

We bet at least 3 out of these 4 are nicely waxed for their vacation. Photo: wavebreakmedia.com

St. Valentine was pretty handsome... No wonder his jailor's daughter fell for him!

We’ve all heard of Saint Valentine, but what’s left out of most stories and love poems is that he actually rebelled about the Catholic Church, was imprisoned, fell in love with his jailor’s daughter and was eventually put to death. In third century Rome, Emperor Claudius II declared that single men were more valuable to his army, so he outlawed marriage. Outraged, Valentine proceeded to perform secret marriages for young lovers, ultimately being discovered and sentenced to death. In prison, Valentine sent his first valentine to his jailor’s daughter signed “From Your Valentine” – a term still used by many secret admirers and lovers today. Although he never escaped the death penalty, he did gain infamy for his heroic and romantic gestures for love, carrying his legacy into present day.

So, when did there become a day for Valentines? Some believe it is to celebrate Valentine’s execution, while others consider its’ origins as a pagan festival which celebrated Lupercalia. For this festival, Roman priests would sacrifice a goat (fertility) and a dog (purification). They would take strips of the goats, dip them in the sacrificial blood, go into town and slap crops and women with them. The women LOVED it, because it was believed to make them more fertile. The same day, all the townswomen would place their name in an urn to be drawn and matched with an unmarried townsman; these matches would often result in marriages. How romantic…

Eventually this day was outlawed for being “un-Christian,” and Valentine’s Day became associated with the beginning of bird mating season. The valentine reappeared in the 1400s when Charles, Duke of Orleans, wrote one to his wife during his imprisonment after capture. Thanks to good ole’ Chuck, we now celebrate the day for love again!

This Valentine ’s Day when you’re enjoying your dinner with a loved one, are surprised by a bouquet of flowers at work, or are perhaps getting ready for your V-Day wax, remember you have a rebellious and romantic Saint, a Pagan holiday and a jailed Duke to thank for it!

Happy Valentine's Day from The Waxing Studio!

Brazilian waxing is a service. To offer this kind of service, a person needs to have undergone considerable training. Why? Because there are several elements to the experience of the service from the client’s perspective:

Time:

First, no one wants to be waiting around to get a waxing treatment. An inexperienced technician, however, may very well have to take their time to perform the service properly. There may be unnecessary steps that result from mistakes, not getting the process right the first time.

Comfort:

Second, you don’t want to be unduly uncomfortable. Yes, waxing is a bit painful, but there are plenty of ways a technician can minimize the associated pain if you know what you’re doing.

Results:

Finally, there’s the question of results. And yes, you should feel and look great, first and foremost. Other considerations, though, include the look and feel of your skin, the degree of irritation that results from the waxing (it should be minimal), and the longevity of the results.

All in all, we’ve found that bad Brazilians are time consuming, painful, and limited in terms of results. Many of our clients have come to us after getting Brazilians at the cut rate of $39 dollars only to find that, with our $60 dollar waxing service, they get far more for their money – faster service, greater comfort, and better results.

At The Waxing Studio each and every one of your Brazilian wax services is performed by a highly experienced technician. And by experienced, we mean someone who has performed at least 500 Brazilian services in the course of their career.  Most of the technicians who work at the salons providing the discount Brazilians are fresh out of school with very limited experience to fall back on.

So how do we actually ‘fix’ bad Brazilians?

Simple. We offer the fast and fabulous service you need for only $60…and unlike the ‘Supercuts’ equivalent, our Brazilian waxing service is worth every penny. Completed in fifteen minutes, our experienced technicians do everything possible to make the experience relatively painless. Best of all, though, we fix those bad Brazilians by only ever providing Brazilian waxing services that are top quality, long-lasting results you just can’t get at your run-of-the-mill discount hair removal spa.

Whether you’re looking to get your first wax service or you need correct a “bad Brazilian”, now is the time to make an appointment.

All methods have tricked me with their promises of easy, painless removal – the standard razor, the scissors, the tweezers, the Nair, the EpilStop, and now . …….. ‘The Wax’.

My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home from

work, fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then had the
thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple
hours: maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet.

I set up my boy with a video and head to the site of my demise, um, I

mean bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a
clump of hot wax, you just rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them
apart, press it on your leg (or wherever) and ignore the frantically
rising crescendo of string instruments in the background. No muss, no
fuss. How hard can this be? I mean, I’m not the girly-est of girls but
I’m mechanically inclined so maybe I can figure out how this
works……………………..You’d think.

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each

other, stuck together. I’m supposed to rub it in my hand to warm and
soften the wax (I’m guessing). I go one better: I pull out the
hair dryer and heat the SOB to ten thousand degrees. Cold wax, my ass.
(Oh, how that phrase will come back to haunt me.) I lay the strip across
my thigh. I hold the skin around it and pull. OK, so it wasn’t the best
feeling in the world, but it wasn’t bad. I can do this! Hair removal
no longer eludes me!

I am Sheera, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin

extraordinaire!

With my next wax strip, I move north.

After checking on the boy and verifying that he was, in fact, becoming

one with Bear and learning all about smells, I sneak into the bathroom
for The Ultimate Hair Fighting Championship. I drop my panties and
place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I then apply the
wax strip across the right side on my bikini line, covering the right
half of my vagina and stretching up into the inside of the right ass
cheek. (Yeah,it was a long strip.) I inhale deeply. I brace myself.

RRRIIIIPPP!!!!

I’m blind! Blind from the pain! Vision returning. Oh crap. I’ve managed to

pull off half an inch of the strip. Another deep breath. And RIIIP!

Everything is swirly and tie-dyed? Do I hear crashing drums? OK,
coming back to normal again. I want to see my trophy – my wax covered
pelt that caused me so much agony. I want to revel in the glory that
is my triumph over body hair. I hold the wax strip like an Olympic gold
medalist.

But why is there no hair on it? Why is the wax mostly gone? Where
could the wax go, if not on the strip? Slowly, I eased my head down, my
foot still perched on the toilet. I see hair – the hair that should be
on the strip. I touch. I feel. I am touching wax. I look to the
ceiling and silently shout “nooooooo!!” And realize I have just begun
living my own personal version of “The Tar Baby.”

I peel my fingers off the softest, most sensitive part of my body that
is now covered in cold wax and matted hair, and make the next big
mistake – up until this point, you’ll remember, I’ve had my foot on the
toilet. I know I need to move, to do something. So I put my foot down
on the floor. And then I hear the slamming of the cell door.

Vagina? Sealed shut.
Ass? Sealed shut.

A little voice in my head says “I hope you don’t have to potty anytime
soon. Your head just might pop off.” I penguin walk around the bathroom
trying desperately to figure out what I should do next. Hot water!

Hot water melts wax! I’ll run the hottest water I can stand and get in -
the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it away, right? Wrong. I
get in the tub – the water is slightly hotter than is used to torture
prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. And I sit.

Now the only thing worse than having your goodies glued together is
having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of a tub. In
scalding hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt the cold wax. So
now I’m stuck to the tub.

I call my friend, because she once dropped out of beauty school so
surely she has some secret knowledge or trick to get wax off skin. It’s
never good to start a conversation with “So my nether regions are stuck
to the tub.” She doesn’t have a trick. She does her best to suppress
laughter.

She wants to know exactly where the wax is on the ass – “Are we talking
cheek or hole, here?” she asks. She isn’t even trying to hide the
giggles now.

I give her the run-down of the entire night. She tells me to call the
number on the side of the box, but to have a good cover story for where
the wax actually is. “You know that if we were working the help line at
XX Wax Co. and somebody called with their entire crack sealed shut we’d
just put them on hold then record the conversation for everyone we know.
You’re going to end up on a radio show or the internet if you tell them
the truth.

“While we go through various solutions, I have resorted to scraping the
wax off with a razor. Boy, nothing feels better to the girly goodies
than covering them in wax, sticking them to a tub in super hot water and
THEN dry shaving the sticky wax off!

In the middle of the conversation (which has inexplicably turned to
other subjects!) I find the little, beautiful saving grace that is the
lotion provided with wax to remove the excess. I rub some in and start
screaming “It’s working! It’s working!” I get hearty congratulations
from C and we hang up.

I successfully remove all the wax and notice, to my dismay, that the
hair is still there. So I shaved the damned stuff off. Hell, I was
numb by that point anyway.

And then I put the box of wax back in my medicine cabinet,

. . . . . never know when a moustache might start to come in.

Note:

The Waxing Studio is THE most experienced Brazilian Waxing Salon in Texas. We have performed well over 6000 Brazilian hair removal services in the last three years and most of our clients are repeat visitors that are more than happy to share their experiences with friends. Please don’t try this at home. www.thewaxingstudio.com

(reprinted with permission)