Guest post: My vagina, and other stories
Point to note: this is a guest post, and so this is not me talking about my bikini line. For a change. Urban Wax was my port in a storm after a terrible wax in a less-than-brilliant salon left me, …
Point to note: this is a guest post, and so this is not me talking about my bikini line. For a change.
Urban Wax was my port in a storm after a terrible wax in a less-than-brilliant salon left me, and my nether regions, sore and scarred. They offered advice, suggested products and assessed the damage, which reassured me that I wasn’t over-reacting. Since then, I’ve been waiting for my skin to heal so I could go back and thank them by actually availing of their services.
Located on Suffolk Street in Dublin, the salon is bright, modern, clean and welcoming. The treatment rooms are kitted out with flatscreen TVs (showing The Grinch!), towels and little in the way of clutter. The wax “cauldrons” are clean and not as manky-looking as some of the places I’ve visited. I opted for the “Ohh Natural” (natural on top and bare underneath) wax, which, for me, is the perfect combination of a Brazilian wax and a normal bikini – without the silly landing strip. It also means that the most sensitive and ingrown hair prone area of my vajayjay is untouched.
My therapist was lovely: chatty and engaging. She was thorough and seemed to work in smaller sections, rather than slapping the wax on and hoping for the best. After, I was sent away with very stern instructions on aftercare, very stern. Incidentally, their website has great advice on pre and post waxing care. The one about not drinking caffeine might even work.
When paying I was gifted a €10 voucher for my next visit, which was a nice festive touch. The Brazilian, Hollywood and Ohh Natural waxes at Urban Wax all cost €60, which isn’t cheap even compared with closest competitors. But because I am now their most ardent admirer, I was willing to pay. Once bitten, and all that.