TAKE MY ADVICE
Jan 16, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS BY LAEA MARSHALL AND LUCY BRYANT
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Laying a sheet of paper over the bed, I smiled as my first client of the day came in.
‘Alright love?’ I grinned, as Julie* plonked her handbag down.
‘Not too bad,’ she replied.
I was all ready for a busy week ahead at High Brow Bar, the eyebrow salon I’d started up back in 2014.
I loved everything beauty - waxing, plucking, and tinting - and felt so lucky to have landed on my feet.
As a single mum to three kids - Jaxon, 14, Nevaeh, 12, and Asa, eight - the job meant I could support them on my own.
But the best part about
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