Wax On, Wax Off

I went for my first bikini wax today. Left my dignity at the door.

Pud & I are leaving for the beach with friends of ours Friday. I'm SOOO excited!! However, given my larger mid-section, I knew that my bikini area had not had the proper attention paid to it as of late, so I scheduled a wax. The day I scheduled my appointment, I read online about a woman dying following a bikini wax because she developed cellulitis. That's comforting. I could die because I'm fat.

My friend told me to take some Advil before I went. I would rather have had a glass (bottle) of wine. But, since I had to come back to work, I didn't think the alcohol would be my best option. Besides, that may add to the risk factor of cellulitis, I don't know.

I was scared to death and nervous as a whore in church before my appointment. Thought about canceling, but remembered that I can't see the Bic down there. And I remembered how Big Joz's mother looked on her first day at the beach...like she was "trying to smuggle Chewbacca in her underpants," said my sympathetic husband. I didn't want that.

I walked in to the day spa and this very nice girl led me back to a quiet room (with rather bright lights for a day spa!). Now, I had already given the lighting situation some thought. I am typically not really a modest person, but the idea of having my nether regions on display for a stranger to do something really hurtful to me freaked me out a little. Then I realized that the stranger would have hot wax around my nether regions...maybe it'd be best if she could actually SEE what she was doing!

She asked me "how much" I wanted her to do. I explained to her that I didn't want to embarrass myself or others by the sight of me in a swimsuit (refer to above comment about Big Joz's mom). I wanted to get my money's worth, but there was no need of exposing the full monty.

She then handed me a piece of dental floss with a small triangle-shaped one-ply napkin. I could wear this if I felt more "comfortable". Really?? At this point, it's like childbirth...I was on display for a stranger to have her hands touching parts of my body that are for my husband's pleasure, not hers.

And so, the torture began.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I had expected (must have been the Advil!). I just wish it could have been as simple as one big rip off rather than several smaller ones. After a while in the same area, I got a little sore. Then she pulled out the tweezers. And keep in mind, we were just talking and laughing the entire time. That seemed to put me at ease a little, though.

So, I'm no longer a bikini wax virgin...Laura took that from me. All in all, it's not something I will look forward to doing again, but when the time comes, maybe I won't be quite so freaked out.

New Bed

I've got a little day trip planned today. I'm going to Selmer (isn't that a funny name for a town) this afternoon. My dad is meeting me there to pick up my niece and nephew who have been visiting since Saturday. I'm glad they got to come. Really.

On the way back, Bud, Pud & I are going to stop in Tupelo and run a few errands. We're going out in the middle of nowhere to buy a new bed from some nut case. Big Joz found the ad in the paper last week. The seller is rude as hell, but he has a brand new queen-size Tempurpedic mattress, box springs & platform for $400 (retail price--$2K+). Seems as if he went to a furniture store auction and ended up with several. Lucky us.

We love our king-size Tempurpedic that's in our bedroom downstairs. Mimi & Grandpa will be getting that bed when they come. The guest room will become Big Joz's & my new little love haven once they get here. We're going to be replacing the full-size bed that's in there now with the new queen. The full bed is OK for a night or two, but for something longer-term, it would be very uncomfortable (that's how we've tried to keep guests at bay--having a yukky bed). Just kidding. Really.

Anyway, since we're getting a new bed, we also need new...bedding! Big Joz and I talked it over during last night's anniversary dinner. Since we're buying new, let's just go all out and buy something absolutely fabulous, luxurious and delicious (translate--very expensive). However, being the practical person that I am and all (don't laugh), I thought we should be a little more reasonable. Besides, I don't think the oak furniture would give the lush, grandiose & extravagant fabric justice!

I've kind of for a long time secretly desired for a yellow bedroom...BUTTER yellow, of course! So I was thinking of a butter yellow, sage & white room. I had the perfect yellow quilt in mind. But, I don't think that'd look real good with the gray paint that's on the walls right now, though. And, since Big Joz is being such a good guy today, repainting a bedroom is just not something I'm going to put on his honey-do list right now. Too bad, though, because he also agreed that yellow would have been an option for him.

So, we decided to stick with our current color palette of gray, garnet & navy. Hopefully I'll find the perfect garnet down comforter today.