Schick Schaves The Day

After a few weeks of trying, I decided my leg epilation project was better left to the cooler months. When we get the rare treat of a beautiful spring day, the last thing I want to do is wear pants because I’m in-between sessions of yanking my leg hairs out. It really sucks that I put myself through the torture of the initial session without maintaining it, but next time, I’ll just go get a wax and then take it from there. A valuable, if painful, lesson learned. So for my legs, I’m back to shaving.

No Pain, No Gain

A few years ago, after hearing that I shave my legs every day, my mother-in-law recommended that I get an epilator. In the 80s I tried my mom’s epilady for about one second and swore off them forever. My MIL assured me there were new innovations and they were much better. Plus, she said it makes your hair grow back finer. Since my skin is very light and my hair is very dark, in certain areas you can still see the hair under the skin even when the surface is completely smooth. I thought an epilator might be a good way to get rid of the “black dots.”