After an unfortunate, facial-hair-related discovery, Jennifer Connolly decided to declare war on her “whiskers.” Read more from Jennifer on her blog, A Well Styled Life.
It usually happens at red lights. You’re in your car running errands or worse yet, on your way to a party. As you sit waiting for the red light to change you absently reach up and…oh no, a sharp inflexible foreign object on your chin.
A whisker! How charming.
You quickly pull down the vanity mirror in your car andyes, there is another one. Just before you flip your visor up, you notice the woman in the car behind you making a similar discovery!
Having company in this exercise does not make it more pleasant.
Why does this nasty little discovery always seem to happen in the car? Is it the bright lighting or the idle time?
The cosmetic bag in my purse does not contain tweezers. Does yours? And if it did, would you, could you, see well enough to pluck those little devils out by their stubborn roots?
Why I wonder, are my eyebrow hairs re-positioning themselves to my chin?
Mercifully it’s not my upper lip yet, but my Granny did have quite the ‘stache in her day, so I expect that’s on my horizon.
I sat down at my vanity table in the brightest light possible. I gazed into my Hubble Telescope magnifying mirror, to remove the sneaky little devil. That’s when I spotted another lone stranger, at least half an inch long, draped down my cheek. That’s long in my book.
How did I miss that one? How many people have seen it? Why didn’t my husband spot it and warn me? Argh…I can only hope people thought it was a stray hair from my (must replace) makeup brush.
I’ve long threatened to go for electrolysis on my chinny-chin-chin and today was the day.
Laser hair removal sadly isn’t an option for me because there isn’t enough contrast between the hairs’ color and my skin tone.
It didn’t hurt as badly as I remember. And as a lovely, extra little bonus, the woman who was zapping me hadn’t just eaten a garlic and onion sandwich before leaning over my face.
From previous experience I know it’s not a one-shot deal. It takes several zaps to kill most of these little darlings, but at least I’ve started their death knell.
Is it just me?
Have you spotted the woman in your rearview mirror hunting for strays?
Jennifer Connolly celebrates the unique experience of women over 50. As a Certified Image Consultant and Personal Stylist, she empowers women to develop their image, personal style and self confidence.
Her blog, A Well Styled Life, gives women the tools to appreciate their beauty and fully embrace the joys of midlife. Jennifer is a blogger, writer, wife, mom, grandmother. Pro-aging troublemaker, searching for the perfect foundation shade since 1973. Instagram: awellstyledlife
It usually happens at red lights. You’re in your car running errands or worse yet, on your way to a party. As you sit waiting for the red light to change you absently reach up and…oh no, a sharp inflexible foreign object on your chin.
