A Good Case For Not Shaving My Legs!!

 

I hate to shave my legs!!!   I hate, hate, HATE to shave my legs!!!

When I was in about 7th or 8th grade, I begged my mom to buy me some hose.  Now, these were not pantyhose, which are practically a disappearing act by now.  Nope, these were hose that required a rubbery garter belt.  I felt so proud to finally wear my hose, even though the garter belt would start rolling down my stomach.  I’m not sure who ever thought garter belts were sexy, but these sure weren’t!   And…I constantly got runs in my hose.  People started identifying me as “the girl who has runs in her hose.”   Someone who thought up pantyhose must have made millions of dollars!   OK..yes..I still got runs in them.  But they felt so much better.

Shortly after being allowed to wear hose, I told my mom I needed to learn how to shave my legs.  She told me how to do that.  We did not have an indoor bathroom until I was in 8th grade.  We did have running water, and had a sink in the mudroom.  So I propped my leg on a chair, used daddy’s shaving brush in the little soap cup, and soaped it down.  I think I used mom’s razor.  It took me forever.  But I was so proud that I went into the living room and showed the family.  My brother thought it was rather dumb.  Then I proceeded to shave the other leg.  I kind of wanted to get a little nick around my ankle, because my brother was dating a girl that had recently visited us.  She had a tiny bandaid on her ankle bone, where she had cut herself shaving.  I was in awe.

After I finished shaving both legs, I put on some of Daddy’s aftershave.  It stung like crazy, and I smelled like my Daddy.  When I later mentioned to my friends that I used Daddy’s aftershave, they howled with laughter.  Hmmph!

The fun soon wore off, and I grew to hate shaving my legs.  I used to joke with friends that “I’ll shave my legs when the braids get in between the pedals of the piano.”  Once, when my hubby and I were on vacation, we had been camping for a week.  On our way home, I developed kidney stones.  When we went to the emergency room, I refused to be examined because I hadn’t shaved my legs.

This morning, I sat on the edge of my bathtub and finally did the dreaded deed.  This time, I put some nice lotion on my legs afterwards.  Unfortunately, when I stood up to swing my legs over the tub and dry them off, I slipped in the tub and fell backwards.  I’m really surprised I didn’t break anything.  I think I’m going to have some big bruises.  Grrrr.

I think I’m ready for the button you push and say “Help!  I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”    Wearing long pants all year round is looking better and better!

What are your thoughts on shaving legs?  Do you shave your legs every day?  Or for special occasions?  Or do you never shave your legs?   I’m interested in your thoughts.  Comment below, and give this a LIKE if you liked this article.

Grandma