waxing

As my husband is on holidays i have been enjoying getting caught up on some personal maintenance- namely waxing and hair cuts. What a wonderful thing. I am a waxing virgin, so to speak, as i have only ever had my eyebrows done once, six weeks ago, and nothing else. Well, since i had my brows done i have been looking at every hair on my body in a whole new light. I can see how this might become a little obsessive. Today i had my hair cut, brow waxed and, ahem, my upper lip. Now, i have always been aware that there was some hair there, i never really thought anything of it. But, to my horror the self-processed politically incorrect waxing lady (esthetician) said "we should really do something about your upper lip too" now being shy and having just had a really garlicky quinoa salad i was trying not to talk too much being in such close proximity. She took my silence as an acceptance and proceeded to rip the hair off my face at will and with glee. After it was all done i had to put a baseball cap on to go outside as my face was redder than, well, the worst sunburn you can imagine.

But, when i got home i was really pleased. I looked good and felt good. Like a real woman, who really has time to actually care about herself. Clean, coiffed and hairless. My husband looking very excited asked when i was going to do my bikini area? Soon, very soon. I'm a little worried about the whole pain thing, but not enough to stop me on my whole new exploration of personal care.