See Spot Stay
A weird thing happened not too long ago while I was waxing my 'stache.
What? Yeah, I have a mustache. Actually, it's not all that bad - just a fine fuzz - but I'm a dark-haired chick and so even a fine fuzz must be waxed, lest I be mistaken for Gene Shalit.
I also have a beard. (That's a link, if you want an explanation.)
Both are kept firmly in check, thankyouverymuch. Which brings us to the initial point of this blog post: a weird thing happened not too long ago while I was waxing my 'stache.
Like I said, my mustache isn't too bad, so rather than seeing a bunch of bristly hairs it's more like a shadow. And one spot seemed to look more shadowy than the rest. You know, like the hair was thicker there or something. So I promptly waxed that crap right off my face.
Although ... hmm. I seemed to have missed a spot. The shadowy patch was still there. So I waxed over it again (ouch).
There. That should've taken care of ... wait, what? It was still there! WTF?
With both my lip and my vanity stinging, I leaned closer to the mirror to inspect. And was shocked to see that it wasn't a hairy patch of 'stache at all ... but an age spot.
I've got an age spot, y'all. On my LIP. That I CAN'T WAX AWAY.
I actually took a photo to show you guys, but opted not to share it because I took one look and decided that a brightly-lit close-up of nostrils and giant pores is not the best way to maintain my dignity.*
*And yes, I know I haven't got much dignity left when I'm publicly declaring the presence of facial hair, but whatever.
So now, no matter how silky-smooth and hairless my upper lip is, I've got a perpetual dark spot that looks like a five o'clock shadow. Ugh.
I'd rather be mistaken for Gene Shalit than for Adolf Hitler.
What? Yeah, I have a mustache. Actually, it's not all that bad - just a fine fuzz - but I'm a dark-haired chick and so even a fine fuzz must be waxed, lest I be mistaken for Gene Shalit.
Put a fedora and glasses on me and we're practically twins.
I also have a beard. (That's a link, if you want an explanation.)
Both are kept firmly in check, thankyouverymuch. Which brings us to the initial point of this blog post: a weird thing happened not too long ago while I was waxing my 'stache.
Like I said, my mustache isn't too bad, so rather than seeing a bunch of bristly hairs it's more like a shadow. And one spot seemed to look more shadowy than the rest. You know, like the hair was thicker there or something. So I promptly waxed that crap right off my face.
Although ... hmm. I seemed to have missed a spot. The shadowy patch was still there. So I waxed over it again (ouch).
There. That should've taken care of ... wait, what? It was still there! WTF?
With both my lip and my vanity stinging, I leaned closer to the mirror to inspect. And was shocked to see that it wasn't a hairy patch of 'stache at all ... but an age spot.
I've got an age spot, y'all. On my LIP. That I CAN'T WAX AWAY.
I actually took a photo to show you guys, but opted not to share it because I took one look and decided that a brightly-lit close-up of nostrils and giant pores is not the best way to maintain my dignity.*
*And yes, I know I haven't got much dignity left when I'm publicly declaring the presence of facial hair, but whatever.
So now, no matter how silky-smooth and hairless my upper lip is, I've got a perpetual dark spot that looks like a five o'clock shadow. Ugh.
I'd rather be mistaken for Gene Shalit than for Adolf Hitler.
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