Happy & Healthy

THE SEARCH FOR THE PERFECT BROWBAR

Who helps Simone through the winter?

If you look at my habits, you could say that I have slightly obsessive tendencies in some respects. So I travel 2.5 hours (yes, two and a half hours, yes, back and forth) to the south to get my eyebrows shaped.

Quite a significant time investment, but hey, you might just have found your perfect browbar. You wouldn't just let that go, would you? Because let's be honest, you surely have a hairdresser, beauty salon, or dentist where cheating is simply not an option?

I know there are thousands of browbars in Amsterdam that are really good, but I just have fear. What if I end up at that one place that completely ruins my perfectly coiffed hairs all of a sudden?

Not with Ilham. My hope in dark days, my lifesaver, my heroine. The brow queen of Maastricht. Ilham and I are inseparable now. I have solemnly promised her never to pick up a tweezer again, that's better for everyone. For my eyebrows, for her name (because otherwise they might think she did it), and well, for humanity in general.

For my Maastricht readers or for anyone who wants to spend a few kilometers for a good brow job: The Luxury Floor, that's where you need to be. For my Amsterdam readers: help me. Those 2.5 hours on the train (there and back again) I could also use for other things. A workout for example, or eating that truffle pasta at 5&33 or finally finding Mr. Right.