"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next."
~Gilda Radner~
Change. I felt, rather than saw, a hair on my chin. Armed with tweezers and trying to locate the strand in the mirror, I successfully plucked the loner out. Like a weed, I know more will eventually follow. The single chin hair surfaced simultaneously with a gray eyelash which I can coat with mascara.
I am a middle-aged tween. Slathering on my daily face cream, I notice a small blemish. Strident or Olay? Buying my still needed feminine products, an awareness of the next aisle looms with Poise and Depends. Tween?
Perusing the makeup aisle, I go for the fake neutral camouflage look of natural. Gone are my days of vibrant and glittery eyeshadow and I haven't arrived at the stage where eyeshadow screams age instead of softening it. Tween.
I have gray hair, but not enough to go for the beautiful silver fox look yet. Not enough brunette is left to go au naturale. So every four weeks or so, I do my L'Oreal chemistry bit, noxious fumes and all, in the bathroom. I always wonder what I would do in an emergency where I could not rinse when the timer dinged. Tween.
Joking about middle-aged woes with two couples, Steve remarked about his hair loss and hair gains. "I went from head and shoulders to back and butt." Tween.
I felt fortunate. I can pluck my chin hair. I don't think Nair has a product for backs and butts.
"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."
~Mae West~
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Rare Disease Awareness Day – February 28, 2010
