Now that I am “mature”, I can laugh at the phenomenon that drove me nuts a couple decades ago. What is it about our hormones or DNA or whatever that makes a hair grow out of our face, usually our chin, OVER NIGHT!! And frequently of a dark color that has absolutely nothing to do with my complexion. Or a stiff, white little thorn! I think the ease of stress began when my daughters found their first ‘wild hairs’ and we could laugh together. I am the first generation hairy person on the maternal side of my family; thank goodness for the company of fuzzy daughters. My mother and grandmother don’t know me. I know of a hairy aunty on the other side; but that is another post. I have read that while the ‘wild hair’ phenomenon is normal, it is also hereditary.
Even with maturity, it is kind of hard to feel assured of beauty success when I find the ‘wild hair’, doesn’t matter if I am a brave baby boomer woman. Even if I have achieved feminist goals and been an amazing boomer woman. That darn hair is just a deflating experience.
At the sight of it, my first thought is, OMG, how long has that been there. It ranks with leaving a smudge of mud on my face or something! Sort of unkempt or unwashed! One comfort is that a hair of this magnitude is not difficult to get ahold of with a tweezer — There; be gone!!
My biggest warning that has a bigger place in a future post is this: Do Not Shave these little babies! That will lead to a frightful stubble. Well, if you cannot find a good tweezer and you cannot stand it and have to go out in public for a couple of hours, it is okay to ding that hair off with a razor, but don’t plan on shaving as a perpetual solution.
Frequently, these ‘wild hairs’ feel different, more coarse, when I run my hand over my chin.
Putting my hand on my face is something I don’t like to do. Fingertips around the eyes lead to all sorts of problems. Fingertips on an itchy eye get cold germs moved on for a chance to get into my mouth. I seldom put my fingers in my mouth since infancy, but I do put fingers on those cookies and chips. You get the picture.
Can’t rub my eyes any more, like a little child awakening. That is so cute in kids, but it makes bruises on mature eyelids! Well, I ramble. Where was I?
Brushing fingers softly over and around my chin; finding something that doesn’t feel quite like ME! More like someone else , from another planet! Sometimes I can get ahold of that hair and snap it out by the roots without going for a tweezer. Believe me, if a tweezer isn’t handy, I will try the snap maneuver till I succeed! There aren’t many days when a tweezer isn’t handy; I have learned to keep one in my purse and near the bathroom mirror. Of course, if you see the tweezer in my purse, I will tell you that it is there in case you, my darling, get a little splinter. Or, if you laugh at the hair on my chin and I have to pinch you! Sometimes, even a baby boomer woman will not behave as mature as her skin, hair and hands indicate she is capable of acting.
Thank you for stopping by to read my post. JudyAnn Lorenz