bookmark_borderHello hairy arms and other things to worry about

Today I cursed Jesus in S.’s basement.

Let me explain.

S. is my friend and she’s also my stylist. She has (quite a snazzy) salon in her home.

My hair is her work. My brows used to be her doing as well but I had to stop waxing when I started using a particular skin cream.

I found out you can’t wax when using Retinol the hard (lose some skin) way.

So I’ve been tweezing but it’s a pain in the ass.

But today S. showed me her new Braun Silk-epil Soft Perfection hair removal device and encouraged me to test it out on my arm.

I tried it and cursed Jesus. His mother, too. It was extremely painful.

(I think S. may have been a bit surprised by the string of expletives. She’s known me for many years but only a few of my friends have ever witnessed my potty mouth.)

Turns out the thing is especially a bitch on long hairs. I never thought the hairs on my arms were especially long but live and learn.

Great, now I have something new to obsess about.

Oh, if you’re curious, the device worked very well once I tried it on the shorter hairs on the insides of my elbows.

bookmark_borderNice to meet you.

Why hello there. What are you up to tonight?

Me? I think I might do a little laundry and then maybe I’ll have a bath.

Tomorrow I have a hair appointment and later this weekend there’s a brunch.

There’s not too much going on, eh? But that’s cool.

Years ago, I felt that I had to go out on Friday and Saturday nights. I didn’t want to waste a weekend night.

Not anymore. Now I look forward to relaxing.

Hello mid-life.

Nice to meet you.