I hate it.
I admit, I only do it because the popular girls are doing it. Well, ok, AND because I decided not to spend the entire summer in jeans again, which means that other people aside from myself and my poor husband will be seeing my knees and shins and ankles.
It was confirmed long ago that I was not meant to handle an actual razor for anything other than my underarms (which I shave religiously whether they need it or not, because I also hate pit hair, but that’s for another post). I always manage to nigh unto amputate something every time I use a Bic, so during the fall, winter and early spring months, I push the “hairy beast begins here” line. Rex might say I cross it every once in a while during the depths of winter when I cuddle up to him with my cold legs feeling like a Christmas tree against his.
Things changed marginally when my brother-in-law got me an electric razor for Christmas one year. I wasn’t losing mass amounts of blood anymore, so that was good, but then I realized that the razor’s buzzing sound kind of got on my nerves. I tolerated it, since it made Rex a little more amenable to cuddling.
About four months into this new phase of my life, I lost the charger for the electric razor, so for a while there it was Bics and sneaking my dad’s electric razor when we visited.
Then, for my birthday about two years later, Rex bought me another electric razor with a charger that would work with both my razors! So now, I have two electric razors; one to stay at home, and one to carry with me in case I have a shaving emergency (they do arise on occasion, you know).
Now it’s summer and I’m wearing shorts, so I tend to keep my ankles, shins, and knees hair-free except for the occasionally missed hair that I only notice when I feel it shifting around in a breeze. That’s when my emergency razor comes in handy! (I mentioned that last night when we had dinner with some friends, but it seems I was the only girl at the table who notices missed spots when the wind blows.)
I’m so glad God brought electric razors into my life, and that I have a brother-in-law who thinks of such things for his sister-in-law. Now I can wear clothes that hit my knees and not worry about causing people to cringe.
Thanks Luke!
