Shaving

We talked about this ladies; I know we did. And, I know it upset some of you. Please. Read on.

This is what happens when you are born to Western European parents. Try gettin a beautifully smooth makeup look with this.

I knew it was bad, I just did not realize how bad. I saw this photo the other day, and could not believe what I saw. When you were far enough away from me, or in a less lighted area, it probably was not so apparent. Yet, I saw it everyday. I just did not think there was anything I could do about it.

I certainly did not want to shave, like my husband, stroking upwards with a razor. Or, even worse, putting shaving cream on my face. What was I supposed to do?

As I have gotten older, you may be interested to know, it has gotten only a bit worse; now, I also have those confounded chin hairs.

Those I got because, in my teens, I laughed at my Gramma Manda, (Dad’s mom, who lived with us), when I saw her tweezing her chin hairs one night; by the light of the standing lamp in her bedroom, holding a small, multi-magnified mirror. She, in essence, cursed me, my own grandmother, telling me that someday I too would have chin hairs, and, someday my granddaughter would laugh at me.

Thanks, Gramma Manda. Could you not have cursed me with an eternal girlish figure, excess energy, multiple millions? No. Chin hairs. It had to be chin hairs.

As a matter of fact, a funny thing happened one night, many years ago; our first granddaughter was sleeping next to me, in our bed. She rolled over, onto her side, brushed her hand over my chin, sat bolt upright in bed, and exclaimed “Abuelita, what it that”? That, dear reader, was chin hairs.

So, now, dutifully, I shave weekly, using my “hand held skin abrazar”, (read razor), and tweeze the damn chin hairs hairs that laser epilation will not touch, (they have to be black, mine are, of course, white), in order to live with nice, healthy, smooth facial skin.

Never, will I ever curse one of my female relations to such a fate. My female blood relations all carry some of my same genes, plus, some have a Mexican heritage thrown in, just for effect. Stock up on blades girls. You are going to need them.

Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Post script: a very happy day to our son and daughter-in-law on their eleventh wedding anniversary. We hope for you both a lifelong commitment of happiness and joy.