There are some things better left to the experts; apparently waxing is one of them.
You know that moment when you think, "Oh crap, I'm going someplace where there might be a pool" (or ocean or waterslides or whatever) and there are areas which will be exposed that are not otherwise out in the public arena. And of course these areas have not been made ready for this exposure and you have no time to find a professional to sort out that situation.
Well, that is not the time to think, "I'm sure I had a couple of wax strips from trying to do my legs left in the cupboard." Because that thought is what will result in you not only dealing with self-inflicted pain but also a mess of sticky goop stuck places other than on the wax strip where it belongs. Which means you will hobble into the shower and think, what were the tricks that mom used to unstick things? and then think, I really can't put peanut butter there when I have to drop the dog off somewhere with another dog and thanksgiving dinner in under 2 hrs.
Pool or no pool, the tears have stopped but there is no way I will be revealing greasy, bruised and bright red areas to the world.
Note to self, tip the esthetician extra in future.
. . . . . . . . . . Tongue in cheek tales of a redhead who seems to take the long way...
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