Welcome to Brazil

It's no secret that day-to-day experiences have been difficult lately. That's not to say, though, that I've forgotten that life goes on because, of course, it does. The sun rises and sets, flowers bloom, and obligations continue. Today, for instance, I had a hair appointment after work...but it was of the non-traditional variety. 

Ah, yes, the fine hair wrenching experience of a Brazilian wax. A bit excessive, you might think, but I come from hearty German stock. About the only physical attribute sturdier than my child-bearing hips is my thick and oh-so-dark hair that's, like, everywhere. So yeah, paying money for someone to rub hot wax over my hair and rip it out with cloth strips? Totally worth it. Even if it meant I had to do this...

That's right, I engage in the process. I hold my leg up for optimal...spreadage. Oh, and if you're judging? 1. Leg hair was the least of my concerns, and 2. Yes, yes I am like the clueless guy who keeps his socks on for...intimate...activities. It's cold in the room (for practical wax-salvaging purposes)...step off, okay?! Oh, but that's not the only delightful stance:

Wowza, that is an accommodating position, no?! Thank God for the flexibility I've garnered through my minimal yoga excursions...whew! It almost (almost) distracted me from the ripping sound and feel of hair being yanked out by the root. But for all the seeming pain (honestly, it's not a big deal) and humiliation (I'm not too proud; have you met me?!), there are a few outside factors that make it more than worth every single second. The first is obviously the end result:

Come ON!!! Even I'm not that shameless. Secondly, as always, is the person with whom I undergo the experience. Meet Fran: this is Fran, smiling and delightful (after the process, no less!). 

We love Fran (I do, of course, but I assure you, you'll love her, too). Need a wax or skin care treatment? See Fran at Salon ArtTiff. She'll make the procedure quick, painless-as-possible, and remarkably pleasant. It's minor, of course, but a bit of self-indulgence helps to make for smooth (HA!!!! Get it?!) sailing during rough seas. And if we can ease the sting in any way during tough times, well, isn't that what it's all about?

Smooth waters to you, my dears. 😉