Prior to having my daughter I used to take quite good care of myself. Every couple of months I’d treat myself to mini manicure, pedicure, eyebrow threading, bikini wax and visits to the hairdresser weren’t yearly. My husband really doesn’t take a blind bit of notice so I really don’t bother anymore. Plus, it saves us a few pounds. I do, however, still have my eyebrows and nails done occasionally.
And this is when it happened….
I was having my eyebrows done and when the lady was finished. She said in her broken English…
‘Would you like me to do your lip?’
I was stunned into silence, panic set in; my head was racing….WTF? OMG! I have a femtash!
I really don’t remember what I said, but I think I politely said ‘no thank you’ and then high-tailed it out of there without leaving a tip! I spent the rest of the day checking my upper lip in every reflective surface and in every different light. Paranoia consumed me, but I couldn’t see anything. I even tried tugging on the culprit but couldn’t. When hubby returned home I had him check as well, according to him there was nothing, but could I trust him to answer honestly?
Luckily, a couple of weeks later at the pub, I was having a beer fuelled conversation with a few of the girls and low and behold I’m not the only one who has had the same experience at the same salon. I guess its routine practice. However, I still think it’s rude and have emailed the salon!
And for the record…..I don’t!
6 thoughts on “Another Joy of Getting Older”
I think I'd be mortified! Not sure I'm ready for old age yet!!
I was! For the record though….I don't!
do you want to hear something terrible? I do! Always have. Tis a curse.
Many of my friends do as well but they have dark hair….
I don't have a tash, but I do have random whiskers that grow out of my chin. Nice.
I found one on my neck once, it had to be 4-5 inches long. Pulled the bugger out and hasn't reappeared!