THE FREGOLA OF THE FIFTY SHADES.
We picked a coded name to keep away any male human being from this post. So that we’ll be free to chat about hair: they are conviced that we don’t have any, and we’ll keep them under this impression! The real issue with waxing is that when you aknowledge you need one, it’s too late. Yep! Because hairs follow at least 50 different shades, as many roots as the tortures we put them under during the whole month: starting with the silk epil’s cheap root, to the shave in a rush kind, all the way to the reasoned one coming from the with light hair removal, to the compulsive tweezer made type. Forsee all these shades is impossible. And given that booking a wax in a timely manner is absolutely useless – 90% you go back home in the same situation you arrived there – as well as the last minute booking is unthinkable – generally the attempt ends with the beautician hanging up on you – we found the next best thing. A waxing kingdom, where they’ll brush your legs, arms and bikini with no appointament needed. I mean, as soon as the fregola gets you, you just have to go there:
…once you’re there, ask for the shapes!
photo via Sebastian-Magnani-UnderDogs,unicornsvictory.tumblr, Eva Stenram, Rodney Young