The day I scheduled my appt I really had no idea if it was going to happen that day or what the whole protocall was. Have to tell ya all the girls in this very modern and clean office were stunning perfect lips, not very many lines and now I have new fascination with hair extensions because each girl seemed to have longer hair than the next.
They had me fill out the forms, sign a bunch of stuff and then whisked into a room where I watched pictures of Jhonny Solomans trip to India. It was very calming. He walked in with another woman. He is quite striking with his gold framed glasses. He looked at me...I was dressed in black leather jeans, tory birch leapord flats and a light cashmere shawl with black tank top. I was entirely surprised when the first thing he said was nice tattoo.... that is on the side of my foot, the size of my index finfernail of an "HB" typically people think its dirt. I said Wow how did you see that, he winked and said that's his job. Oh Im liking this I thought. So he looked at my face and I mean really looked asked me to smile a few times and then asked me what I wanted. I said around the eyes and maybe some lip plumper. He thought those were good ideas but also forehead, crease top of my nose, lines around my mouth...ok I said. So she put a cream to hopefully numb my face he walked out. I sat there feeling my face become numb, excited and learning quite a bit about India. He walked back in with a tray of needles and ready here he goes. Its not really painful its just odd. The woman held my hand as I squeezed. You are bleeder he said. Great I thought. A couple please smile and again, maybe 35 pricks I felt and then he moved to the lips and bang ouch....that side really hurt do you seriously need to stick it in the otherside I said? and jab ouch. Were done he said and smiled...your beautiful and honey can you grab her some ice packs. And that was that. Pictues taken directly after if you scan down the blog.
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