I’ve always had a furry face; I come by it naturally – inherited from my mother.  I remember when I was a child finding her at the dining room table in the full sunlight, the Kleenex box turned upside down with the magnifying mirror perched on top and tweezers in her hand.  Years later, it was electrolysis for her.  She always blamed some medication she was on, but looking around at my aunts, I’m pretty sure she inherited it too.  Like the Wyns’ waddle under our chins and the Jarka thighs handed down to every female in my dad’s family.

The first time I realized that hair grew in odd places was one of my most embarrassing moments ever, I’m not sure I’ve ever told anyone.  So, I was in my early 20’s and we were out with a number of couples that were my parents’ age, one of the men reached up to wipe a hair away from my neck and said, “Oh! It’s attached.”  I was mortified, the hair was almost two inches long and I had never seen it.  Mostly because I had never looked for it, hair on my face was something I hadn’t expected at that age.

From that moment forward I have been diligent in looking for those errant dark hairs, not always keeping up with them, but I try. I have also promptly ignored all the blonde ones, after all, there are so many.

Last month in Alaska, my daughter-in-law, Brittany cut and colored my hair, she did an awesome job.  I have always had my eyebrows waxed at the same time, but her salon was out of supplies.  She casually suggested that I should try eyebrow threading, if I could find it.

So today, I did another new thing in my 50th year, I had my eyebrows threaded…and then she did the rest of my face – the whole damn thing.  It didn’t start out that way, just ended up like that.  Now, I kind of like the result, although I am afraid of what happens next, but I will deal with that when it happens.  In case you are wondering, yes, it hurt.  In fact, initially it was like someone flicking a rubberband against my face over and over again.  By the time she was done, it felt more like razorwire.  Be forewarned!

P.S.  Tomorrow is Day 0…my 50th birthday, I can’t wait!