Well, tonight I spent quite a pretty penny on .... a mirror. Now I'm sure you could have warned me that an 8X magnifying mirror with three light settings (low/medium/bright) perhaps wasn't the best choice for a 40-something woman... and that I should have gone for the small hand-held with softer light.
However, reason for purchasing is that not too long ago, I was in another bathroom, actually in the ritzy Omni Hotel, where the mirror was of higher quality and a slightly closer view. I was astonished that when peering into the ritzy mirror that it shone back the fact that I needed a serious plucking. (and was embarrassed that two days prior I had had the doctor look at a freckle on my forehead -- just to check it out -- and I'm sure he saw that I looked like Andy Rooney: http://www.aikenspro.com/photo_blog/archives/rooney1.jpg)
ANYHOW... I decided to buy the high-dollar mirror so that I could actually SEE myself when I apply my make-up and perform other minor surgeries.
I brought home my very expensive mirror, set it up in the bathroom, turned the light on BRIGHT, and peered in... To which I let out a scream... "I HAVE A MOUSTACHE!"
Cameron came running. "Mom, you do not have a moustache." I said, "Yes I do. Grandma Weiss had a black moustache and now I have one!" I made him look, however, due to the angle of the magnification, he couldn't see the hairy caterpillar.
I shrieked, grabbed the tweezers and tried to yank those buggers out. OUCH! I wasn't very successful. I just kept peering into the mirror, inspecting the true condition of my skin, the nose hairs, the large pores, etc. etc. THEN, I SAW THEM. Three black hairs growing out of my chin. No, not at the bottom, between the lower lip and above the chin... I'm going to look like Howie Mandel! (http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/Howie-Mandel-festival.jpg)
So, the moral of this story is... screw the $75 dollar mirror. I was fine seeing myself from two feet back. I'll live with the Andy Rooney eyebrows, and I've realized, when you're a woman over 40, ignorance is bliss.
However, reason for purchasing is that not too long ago, I was in another bathroom, actually in the ritzy Omni Hotel, where the mirror was of higher quality and a slightly closer view. I was astonished that when peering into the ritzy mirror that it shone back the fact that I needed a serious plucking. (and was embarrassed that two days prior I had had the doctor look at a freckle on my forehead -- just to check it out -- and I'm sure he saw that I looked like Andy Rooney: http://www.aikenspro.com/photo_blog/archives/rooney1.jpg)
ANYHOW... I decided to buy the high-dollar mirror so that I could actually SEE myself when I apply my make-up and perform other minor surgeries.
I brought home my very expensive mirror, set it up in the bathroom, turned the light on BRIGHT, and peered in... To which I let out a scream... "I HAVE A MOUSTACHE!"
Cameron came running. "Mom, you do not have a moustache." I said, "Yes I do. Grandma Weiss had a black moustache and now I have one!" I made him look, however, due to the angle of the magnification, he couldn't see the hairy caterpillar.
I shrieked, grabbed the tweezers and tried to yank those buggers out. OUCH! I wasn't very successful. I just kept peering into the mirror, inspecting the true condition of my skin, the nose hairs, the large pores, etc. etc. THEN, I SAW THEM. Three black hairs growing out of my chin. No, not at the bottom, between the lower lip and above the chin... I'm going to look like Howie Mandel! (http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/Howie-Mandel-festival.jpg)
So, the moral of this story is... screw the $75 dollar mirror. I was fine seeing myself from two feet back. I'll live with the Andy Rooney eyebrows, and I've realized, when you're a woman over 40, ignorance is bliss.
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