Otherwise known as...'the post in which DV tells us about her lastest waxing adventures, with a side order of bra shopping'
Hmm, first the bra shopping.
Working on the assumption that a girl needs more than one bra in her life (good idea) and it's boring owning two of the same type (yup, I'm that clever) I dragged myself to the shops and put myself through the torture that is trying on foundation garments.
too pointy, too ouchy, too strange, too lumpy, too ugly, too squishy, too 'ohmygod they're around my chin now', too expensive, etc etc etc.
Finally found one that seemed comfy, gave a niceish shape and wouldn't involve selling a kdney to afford.
Even found delightfuly pink sparkly (yet still sensible cotton) undies. Every girl needs a pair.
Second time I've worn the bra and it's doing strange things to my bosom line. Sigh!
Somedays a breast reduction, doesn't seem like such a bad plan.
The undies haven't dissapointed me yet though.
...and now the waxing...
I decided a while ago that I would win the war against my slow transformation into the freakishly moustachioed lady (I'm a raunchy creature) and wax that baby away!
I figured that if I was going to sob like a girlygirl from the pain of pulling wax off my upper lip, I would do it at home where no-one could hear my screams.
It was surpringly painless.
I decided yesterday that I would wax my legs (bored of the shaving and the prickly re-growth cycle)
It was surprisingly painless.
I decided today that I would wax my underarms.
It was surprisingly painfull!
I swore a little. Okay, I swore a lot. Okay, I said words that would make a sailor blush!