I’ve been a highly detailed, picky, self-critical, always seeking the next thing to learn cosmetologist for the last 10+ years. In cosmetology school, I only let someone touch my hair one time. I ended up looking like a skunk. Never again would I trust someone that wasn’t skilled, educated, detailed, precise, and overly passionate about any service I sought. Sounds a bit crazy, I know. When I first discovered microblading, I wanted it. I NEEDED it. For many years I have been using a makeup stencil to shape my brows because free-handing the shape was just too difficult. Choosing an artist to cut my face and give me a permanent brow tattoo was a big deal. I ended up choosing the best person I could find that had all the qualities as a person I was looking for. I drove 3 hours to my appointment, spent 3 hours there, and then drove 3 hours back. A 9-hour commitment to finding the right person. Even though there were many ladies near me that did it. They didn’t do well enough for me to make that commitment. My brows turned out okay: the shape was decent and I did not end up as one of the microblading horror stories.