Review: Waxperts’ Hollywood wax
A word of warning: this post is, by and large, about my vagina. I know, I know, what have you done to deserve this? Again. But the world of fashion and occasional beauty blogging is one that is full of …
A word of warning: this post is, by and large, about my vagina. I know, I know, what have you done to deserve this? Again. But the world of fashion and occasional beauty blogging is one that is full of perils, and, try as I may, there is no clear way to talk about the Hollywood wax I had at Waxperts without talking about my vagina – but I will try to get the genital references out of the way in the early stages. It’ll be just like ripping off a plaster – you ready?
Waxperts in Dún Laoghaire (not, crucially, in Dublin 2 – a mistake that caused me to be a half hour late, very apologetic and really quite flustered) markets itself as a “boudoir” waxing salon, and it’s easy to see why. It’s small, intimate and the rooms are (as you see above) really quite slick – like a bedroom, if your bedroom had slick wallpaper and wasn’t crammed full of shoes.
A Hollywood wax, for those of you lucky enough not to know, is a bikini wax wherein the subject (ie, me) is left with not so much as a single stray hair – and when I finished my visit to Waxperts, this truly was the case.
My lovely therapist, Trish, led me into the treatment room and told me to take off my undergarments and lie on the bed with a towel covering my nethers. When she returned, I got into position (the less said …) and off she went. Waxperts prides itself on not double dipping (meaning the spatula, having touched your skin, will never go back into the wax) and they use hot wax, which dries on the skin and is then pulled off – not the tear-off strips of yore.
I would never describe myself as being particularly averse to pain – paper cuts make me wince and I didn’t go well with the laser hair removal – so when I say that this wax was virtually painless, I am not exaggerating. I think I jumped twice, and that was when the hair was being removed from my pubic bone. The rest of the time, we had a great old chat about male waxing, down-there hair and, um, laser hair removal.
The procedure, insofar as it can be referred to as such, was over ridiculously quickly and off I toddled, home to enjoy my down-there bareness. Do I love it? Perhaps that’s a philosophical and feminist question for another day. I wouldn’t rush to get another Hollywood, but I would, 100% rush back to Waxperts. I’ve had a fair few waxes in my time and this was, hands down, the absolute best.
My treatment at Waxperts was complimentary; I left a tip.