The Cost Of Beauty
I’ve decided that waxing was invented during the Spanish Inquisition.
Additionally, I’ve known for a long time that I AM the missing link between ape and man.
The older I get, the more I witness the similarities in facial fur.
I’m a lot like Lucy.
However, waxing has never been my friend…
I do NO waxing that has a country as a descriptive adjective…
I leave that for the youngsters……………
Plus, I scream like a baby…
As my older daughter put it bluntly…………….you’re stuck in the seventies, Mom…
She also said that it looked like everyone back then had porn mustaches……………(?)
……………and she did not say that in a complimentary way…
I’ll just stick with waxing & ripping off my mustache hair and the hair on my knuckle-dragging forearms…
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But, here’s a plus..
My ripped off wax-patches have a second life as a scrubber/scourer for my cast iron pans.
Here’s another real good suggestion———don’t fall into a patch of nettles (Fireweed) prior to waxing…
Why?…
And here’s why……………
The subsequent scabs from the nettle welts (that I had itched relentlessly) got sheared off completely with the hot wax along with my accompanying, depilatorizing scream…………..and then (because I’m old and on a daily baby aspirin for stroke prevention aid)…
……………I bled like a stuck pig…………(having been to the butchers recently, that idiom illustrated the situation far too accurately…)
I’ve learned that beauty should not be taken for granted……………
……………it is a responsibility that can never be taken lightly……………
……………………………..Pretty is a commitment……………………………..