A few days ago I tucked my tweezers into my purse. My magnifying mirror broke, and I know there are errant hairs on my face that I have missed when plucking using my regular mirror. Hairs that might poke someone's eye out.
Yes, I am confessing here I have a beard. It's not a Santa beard, but some of the hairs are white, some are black as coal, and they all protrude from my chin. And neck.
I'll never forget the day I first saw ChinHair. I was attending a wedding, and our room was right on the ocean. The light was streaming in as we got ready. I decided to use the handheld mirror I had in my purse that had suction cups on the back, and affix it to the sliding door to utilize the good lighting for my makeup. That's when I saw them.
I think I screamed out loud. Then cried. Then wondered WHO had been staring at my face all those times standing outside talking to someone in the bright sun.
I went on a pluck binge, right then and there. And daily, since that day, I have plucked hairs out of my face. At one point I went to a dermatologist who told me she didn't really see the problem. I said it's because I pluck everyday, I can't go around in public with a chin and neck full of scragglepop hairs! She told me about some expensive options and then said tweezers cost just a few bucks but to be careful, it can damage the skin. Yeah well, not plucking could damage my social life.
Anyway, the other day I carried tweezers with me in the car, knowing that there is good visibility with the afternoon sun and my visor mirror. I had planned to find a spot somewhere while the kids were at art class, where no one could see, and go to plucktown. I forgot though, until I was back home. So there in the driveway, with the door open because it was hot, I started my work. I was concentrating, I was busy.
I have neighbors. And there were joggers. The late bus came. I ignored all of it, and kept at my work.
So yes, I am sure someone saw the lady in what looked to be pjs (it's "loungewear" people, and I wear them everywhere I can) plucking her face using the car mirror.
It had to be done and I don't need more friends. I need the ones I have, who have had conversations with me and ChinHair at the beach in the bright sun, and love me anyway.
But I am going to Target this weekend to replace my mirror.