Ever needed your eyebrows done, turned up to your usual eyebrow place, to find that your usual fire af eyebrow lady is not there… she’s left for some other new venture and she’s never coming back. OK, she’s on holiday but, it feels that way right now, and tbh it’s selfish of her. I’ve already grown my eyebrows out for 6 weeks because last time I flew the nest of repetitiousness my brows were threaded to within an inch of their short life and those 6 weeks of trying to convince myself that I am the modern day Frida Khalo were all over in a matter of seconds. So am I going to wait another 2 weeks for Ranjit to come back or am I gonna walk the path of uncertainty to have another eyebrow mishap? Sometimes I think well I am paying 3 quid for this service, something was bound to go wrong some time, nothing good lasts forever, but carpe diem you know? No one deserves bad brows…No one.
No more debating this matter I have to have sharp brows for the weekend, and I need a place with good, definite reviews. Working in central London there are many places I could venture, but when the place is quite literally called “Browhaus” what more could I want? Browhaus prides themselves on being the first one stop shop for brow and lash treatments, globally. I went on to their site, booked myself a shape and tint and for £20.00 for both those treatments, the essence of “treat yo self!” never seemed more appealing than now in this moment.
As soon as you walk in the Asian interior is beautiful, but also confusing as “Browhaus” would lead you to believe that it is potentially…German? The designs are great and very chic and give a nod to the founding headquarters in Singapore, with warm dim lighting you really forget that miserable London is just outside the front door. I was escorted by my brow lady to a cool little pod, and we discussed my brows. Its been 6 weeks since I had my eyebrows done and this, simply, can not go wrong. I want them thick but tidy, neat but not too neat. She nods with an air of confidence. I lay on the bed and the threading commences. She begins to talk me through what she is going to do to get those arches even, but then sees the concerned look in my eyes. I explain “don’t tell, just do” (I don’t wanna be the one who agrees to the fuck up). The tint then goes on after this, at this point I haven’t seen my eyebrows other than in the pic with the dye on. I’m starting to sweat a bit because its been about 12 minutes since I last saw my brows present on my face. The dye is removed and I am told to not wash my eyebrows for 2 days (gonna be weird). I look in the mirror. The big reveal. One word. Fly. I could cry but that would be weird. Excessive thanking is going on in this Brow establishment and I think people in here think I may have never had my eye brows done before. I say thank you for the final time, pay (tip obvs cos its that great) and I leave.
For the price mark of £20.00 you can’t really go wrong as you are having threading AND a brow tint. My lady, who was fabulous, talked through what I wanted, how we were going to achieve it and also gave me after care tips for the dye on the brows. She left my brows EVEN actually EVEN. She corrected my arches. She corrected my soul. There is no price on happiness and for £20.00, which is a considerable mark up from £3.00. It is so worth it, especially as you are receiving two treatments.
The eyebrows shape the face and my face has really been shaped. Make sure you try Browhaus, Covent Garden, if you’re in London, as this as honestly the best brow move I have made in 2018.