Wednesday, 10 October 2012
My Current Nemesis
After a life-long battle with 'fear of wax', I have been fired with enthusiasm by a recent visitor (who lives on a remote farm), who has assured me that 'Water Soluble Wax' is the answer for underarm and leg hair. I've had my legs waxed twice in my life, bikini once, then regressed back to shaving as the marginally less painful but much cheaper and more convenient option. Naturally, I now have an assortment of razor scars down both legs (does Bio-Oil work at all?) but heh, one has to assess degrees of fear in life and choose the lesser of the evils. The problem is, that having bought the stuff, I've been staring at it now for two weeks trying to pluck up the courage to have a go. The logistics are also worrying: do I wait until I am alone and tackle it starkers, standing by the microwave in the kitchen, waiting for the wax to heat up or do I rush the pot back to the bathroom and start there, ready to jump in the shower? What is the right temperature? What if I am transfixed with pain after yanking off the first strip and can't bring myself to do the rest? I could have taken the darn stuff back for a refund last week, when I discovered that the unused tub had leaked at the bottom: except that I had thrown away the till slip. Instead, and because I thought it was actually quite expensive, I have bought an attractive china bowl in which to heat up the tub, in case of further leaks. It is now standing accusingly in my kitchen next to the microwave, waiting. I've had a brain-wave: maybe I should ask my husband to stand by on the week-end to rip the strips off for me! After all, I have just read the first part of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. There is a statistical chance that he may well be turned on by this. Not sure about me though: the sight of those strips full of hair has always made me feel slightly sick. When push comes to shove, perhaps I should stick to my razor.