Before you start picturing my chubby hairy legs, let me explain. I use one of those do-hickys that rips the hair out by the roots - instead of shaving. It hurts a little but in my book, it's worth it.
As I have gotten older, the hair on my legs has become a bit more sparse. And even though my former sister in law pronounced it "gross" I have never shaved my legs above the knee anyway. The gross pronouncement came from a woman who literally has not changed her hairstyle since 1978 and still uses hot rollers, so I was never really worried about her opinion.
My natural hair color before this weird gray thing started happening, went from dark blond to light brown and I never had trouble with overly hairy legs to begin with. Not shaving above the knee was part laziness but also the hair was blond and fine. Who cared? Certainly not me!
After shaving for the better part of my adult life, I switched to the epi-torture thing about 5 years ago. It really does take longer for the hair to grow back and when it does, because it wasn't chopped off - there is no real stubble. Nice. The girls at work were a little disturbed when I made a couple of them feel my leg one day (when I had remembered to use moisturizer) as proof that it was still smooth 5 days after sha - uh - pulling the hairs out with my device. They were impressed.
So on Monday of this week, the furnace guy was coming and I had the day off work. It was a good day to take care of things like epi-hurting myself so I did that and while I was at it ran the thing across my chin and under it as well for good measure. As much as I hate it - since the hair is leaving my legs it does seem to be showing up sporadically in a spot or 2 on my chin. Ah, now that is what I was looking forward to when I thought about middle age!!! Like I was looking forward to any part of it, right?
Today, Thursday, sitting at my desk in my lovely cubicle I felt it. A nice thick hair - no - whisker - growing under my chin. Where I had just run the lawn-yanker a few days before! And.it.was.gray. Y
ou know how I knew it was gray? Because I couldn't see it even with my glasses! So as soon as I am done here I will go sit at my make-up mirror using the magnified side and my glasses - and hopefully I will be able to find and remove the offending whisker using the old fashioned manual tweezing technique.Is it a joke, do you think? You get older, hair not only grows where it's not supposed to, but your eyes get bad so you can't see it without extreme magnification!?! And then to top it off - it comes in gray so you really can't see it?
I'M NOT LAUGHING!
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