I've heard from lots of ladies over time about the honored tradition of the first spring shave. You know how it is living in Colorado. The winter is cold enough that legs rarely see light. What is the point of shaving and if you do, you never shave all the way up. But, then comes those warmer days. It's time for shorts and, swallow, swimming suits. And, the time has also come to shave those legs properly. I, myself, prefer Nair, but sometimes the day comes a little unexpectedly and there's not a precious pink bottle to be found. So, that little inch and a half razor trembles in the face of the task ahead.
Now, I have heard men complaining about shaving their faces. But really, there is no comparison. Just consider the difference in square inches. To shave legs front and back, top to bottom, you practically have to be a contortionist. And, it's not like you can see the back of your thigh. There's probably a run on shaving cream this time of year.
As I was doing this today, I know, not the picture you needed in your mind, I was trying to be thorough and thinking how proud I was since I was getting ready to wear the first shorts of the season. It was taking forever. Nicked right behind my knee. Ouch. Darn. MMM...an. That. Hurt. But, I was finally just about finished when I thought, "oh crud, I'm going to have to do it all again now." Cuz once the season begins, it's like weed pulling, you gotta keep up with it. Sigh.
Well, I've got to go run to the store and get some Nair before they run out. Happy Spring!!
blessings,
rhonda
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