When the weather turns cold, I wear more pants than skirts. But about a month ago, I selected a dress from my closet. Gee, I thought, if I’m wearing a dress, I should shave my legs.
I HATE shaving my legs.
I probably thought it was fun in seventh grade, when my mother said, “Okay.”
But for the last forty plus years, it hasn’t been high on my list of thrilling activities.
Not to mention the danger! Razor too fast over shin or ankle. Yikes! Bleeding for an eternity.
Anyway, before I put on the dress, I trudged into the bathroom and picked up the razor.
Yes, for real.
Well a hair here and there, but not many.
Then I remembered reading that in menopause, the hair on your legs can stop growing.
Web searches didn’t reveal much info, but women on some of the forums reported the same happy situation.
After a few weeks, some hair appeared worth shaving off, but all in all, the need to shave legs seems to be slowing down.
SCORE ONE FOR MENOPAUSE!
Anybody else have a similar story to tell?
Photo: If this is a TMI post, this sculpture is a major TMI piece of art. It’s the work of George Segal, done in 1963, and appropriately titled Woman Shaving Her Leg.