Waxing Lyrical - Again! ouch

‘Ok’, I thought, ‘lets put my wax strips where my mouth is’ – just figuratively of course. I did wonder, whether my big wax strips would be just as good, along the bikini line, as the little ‘ bikini line’ strips. So I put them to the test, and? I was wrong. The top of my thighs looked liked they had been kicked by a navvy – a thick line of bruises. The hair came away ok, but bon’t ask me why pulling hair off created such a mess, ‘cos I don’t know. I had to do some careful undressing for a while, so Jay didn’t spot the evidence – LoL.

We went to Kent for six days to see mum and various relations, and then onto Bristol. My son was having his graduation, his second one. He went through university many years ago, and graduated as an archeological preserver, but couldn’t get an archaeology type job, so he works in a call centre. His current employer paid for a Contact Centre Management degree, and it took three years; one afternoon a week off work,  so that’s an eight hour day, four in the firms time, and four in his own time, plus all the homework etc. Lots of work, but he came away with a 2.1, so we are all pleased with that.

We didn’t go to the post ceremony party, as we all opted to do a bit of a family history hunt. We went to Berkeley, just outside Bristol, to see the house where my great granddad was born, and where he lived, before moving to Kent. We then went to see his mum and dads grave, in the local cemetery there, and it is such a pretty place, I wouldn’t mind being buried there myself – LoL. Not for a while I hope! The family worked at Berkeley Castle some of the time, but also had their own cooperage, brewery and sauces.

I had booked us into a guesthouse, on the outskirts of Bristol for two nights. I’d asked for a room with twin beds, thinking it would be cheaper than the doubles, but unfortunately, all the en suites were the same price. There was a surprise bonus for me though – it enabled me to sleep in my feminine underwear. I usually manage to underdress the last two days of a stay anywhere, but underdressing in bed - a sweet delight.

I’ve bought a brown eyeliner pencil, but I haven’t used it out yet. Every time I go out un-chaperoned, I take my lipstick, and put it on when I get to town. My eyeliner skills are so useless though, so at the moment I’m practising at home. It’s always a bit of a panic situation, as I never believe I’m going to get the stuff off cleanly, before reappearing downstairs en homme – LoL.  It comes off a lot easier now that I’ve got the gen from Stacy, but it’s never a quick fix – or un-fix, LoL.

I’ve just read the instructions in my wax strip box, which tells me that I should cut the strips into small strips, before using them on the bikini line. They never remove 100% of hair, and I use each strip three to five times on the same area, to remove as much as possible. Reading other girls epilatory endeavours, leads me to think that no system is perfect.

Eyebrows and Legs, and Gossip.

Eyebrows are a bit like chair legs - I made a stool at school, and it sat square as can be - but if you get one that doesn't sit square, it's the devils own job to get the legs the same length agian, all round. It's the same with my eyebrows. I get them almost right, when I think it only needs one more pluck, one more hair to sort it out; but - pulling it out leaves a gaping hole. OK, perhaps not GAPING, but the aesthetic line I was after has gone. To get the shape back then takes some serious plucking, and serious plucking isn't appreciated by Jay. But now I've found the antidote to the white skin, that plucking leaves behind - yes, it's my eye-shadow. By chance I have got just the right colour to dab on the offending areas, and disguise all my efforts. Ok, perhaps one week is too short a time to claim absolute success, but if Time Team can postulate the existence of a Roman villa from finding just one tessera, then I can do some heavy postulating of my own - LoL.

Did I mention the problem with epilating one’s legs? Not the – don’t do that problem! – but the problem with hairs growing under the skin as they head for the light. My lady GP suggested using an exfoliating wash with one of those balls of nylon mesh. This did reduce the problem a bit, but the thing that cured the problem, was using one of those ‘silky mitts’ – sandpaper for rubbing your legs. Used every few days, it keeps the hair holes open, so they pop out, ready for the next waxing. Some of them don’t re-grow, and I’ve lost two thirds of my shin hair. I keep hoping the rest will give up too – LoL.

You know those little homilies that people add to there signatures, which can be quite entertaining, as you browse the forums and blogs – a recent fave; Only dead fish go with the flow. Well, my best favourite one, that I've seen being used on Angels Forum is - It's easier to get forgiveness, than to get permission - and that is so like life, as we, (I), know it. I do do things on a whim, on the spur of the moment, without a thought for consequences etc. If I stop to think or plan - then it's not going to happen - I'll get cold feet first -LoL.

Lists were to the forefront recently, - we were talking about a list of ‘Firsts’ and I said I could only manage a couple of items if I tried hard. Tina knew I must have more than that, and I must admit, I was exaggerating my lack of 'firsts' for editorial effect. Some of my firsts were oncers; for example, I'd been to ma's, and headed back to my sister’s-in-law place via Tescos, and I had come away with a top and bra. So as it was a dark, 5 pm on a late winter's afternoon, I put them on and went for a stroll around New Romney, with tissues in the cups for some shape. I just adored the frisson, and only got one strange look, when I got sussed getting back into my car.

The current trend among my lovely bloggers is fascinating too. Tina was chatting about respect, which is a key word in our family - something we tried to instil into the terrible trio - and we blame the ills of the world on lack of respect. I was chatting about wanting some acceptance, and Demi has been chatting about the responsibilities we have for our partners and families. The subjects are all interlinked I think, as we all need a bit of all three. Looks like you’ve got homework again.

Hugs to you all, Anna.