NO NO… and hell NO!
YIKES, this blog is not for the faint of heart, x-rated warning.
The week got away from me and here it is Saturday and omg… Lately, I’ve let slide my vigilant morning routine of scrutinizing my face for errant hairs. This morning started early, I’m back from the pool, and I have a busy day ahead. The weather has turned fairly warm so I’m sitting outside thinking, shit… it’s Saturday already and I don’t know what to write for my blog.
While I was thinking this I pulled out my 10X mirror and there, all over my chin and upper lip were light blondish/grey hairs a half inch long already! I wish I were exaggerating but I’m not. I’ve never seen them this length before, I’m vigilant about this part-time job of keeping my face presentable. Where the heck have I been and how did this happen?
This makes me wonder how long those hairs would grow if they didn’t get plucked. I immediately checked my nose hairs, sorry/not sorry, but I always like to keep it real. Apparently, that part of my face got the attention to detail and was looked after, but wth? The only explanation I can think of is the wind and much cooler temps here lately. I’ve been doing my face indoors and not outside on my patio, in the sun.
This is unacceptable, if others aren’t bothered by sporting facial hair then good for them, BUT not me. I also get a certain satisfaction from finding those finely camouflaged suckers. Holding the mirror a certain way with the sun shining on my face to find this field of errant hairs is kinda exciting. But this morning’s crop was a different story. These hairs were so long I was in disbelief, enough so that I needed to write about it.
I briefly thought I should take a picture but that’s never going to happen. I guess my point this morning is to remind myself and maybe others, we need to be vigilant. Will I always need to do this I wonder? A girlfriend and I have an agreement, if we end up in a coma in the hospital, we’ll be there for the errant hairs on each other’s faces. Some may think I made that up but trust me, I didn’t!
This brings me to something else I want to know. These hairs are getting more invisible as I age or my eyesight is dwindling… hmmm. They are not only more prolific but also harder to keep in check and shit, it’s turning into a tedious job. Is it okay to use a razor I’m wondering? I use hair removal creme on other parts of my body, but my face? What the heck is the protocol for facial hair?
Dermaplanning is very expensive and so is laser hair removal. I’m an old person and this was never in my plan for when I aged. Should I have put away money for this I wonder? The government doesn’t pay me enough to live on, never mind having extra funds to remove these superficial or should I say superfacial annoyances that crop up! That was a good one wasn’t it : )
To pluck, shave, or hair removal cremes or should I just wear a mask? Hmmm… if I get my bucket list wish with Tom Selleck, a mask will not cut it! The expensive route is out of the question, creams could burn my face, shaving could produce stubble and how the hell do you pluck stubble? Well, I guess this is something I will have to experiment with. I’m still in awe of the length of those hairs though, wow!
We need solutions and I need one NOW. The upside is that they were really easy to pluck and so satisfying, and being older satisfying is like gratifying, and omg… I think I need to wrap this blog up. Old age is full of surprises, the good, the bad, and even the ugly… but I choose to accept it all. It keeps us on our toes and besides, if I run out of stuff to write about, my body will produce something else to annoy me.
the end
March 22nd 2025