Trick or Tweeze!
A couple of weekends ago, the Husband and I had a kidless Sunday (thanks, Grandma!), and we went waterkiing with some friends of ours. As I was sitting on the back of the boat with my beautiful fellow mama friend, I noticed her perfectly flat, tan stomach, her very well-crafted breast implants, and couldn’t help the knee-jerk reaction to be a little self-concious of my own bod. Yeah, I’ve faired pretty well for two kids, I can’t complain. But, if I had $10,ooo to do a little post baby body renovation- you bet your bottom dollar, I’d find a way to make good use of it! Another thing that caught my eye on my friend was her perfectly smooth, no red bumps, flawless bikini line. Now- if you’ve been a cherished reader, you know that I am slightly obsessed with finding a way to rid mine of post-shaving bumps and redness. I have tried EVERYTHING!
So, I ask my friend, how on earth she has no bumps or redness- surely she’s had thousands of dollars worth of laser treatments. “Nope” she says. Waxing? “No way- that hurts!” She replies. This I know firsthand (see my post titled “ the Brazillian Wax Incident”) . “I tweeze”, she admits. “Like your eyebrows? With tweezers? Really?” I ask, skeptically. “Really.” She assures me. “The whole thing? Doesn’t that take a long time?” “It does, but it’s worth it!” She says, and I believe her. The proof was there, afterall.
So, the next week, I hold off on my girl-part grooming regimen, in hopes to copy-cat my friend and tweeze my area to fuzz-free, bump-free perfection. The day before, I had talked to my Aunt on the phone who had told me about this cream called “Bikini Zone”,
that you could buy at the drugstore, supposed to help with the redness, irritation from waxing or shaving, or in my case plucking. Got the kids to bed, the Husband fell asleep on the couch watching COPS- this is my opportunity. Armed with tweezers, Bikini Zone, and a generous glass of Merlot, I trodded off to the bathroom to begin my masterpiece. Since, I received no specific instruction, I decided to follow the logic that I learned from my other bikini line grooming catastrophes- start outward, work inward. Good advice, whoever came up with that, because the outward doesn’t hurt too much, it’s when you get to the inward, that hopefully your glass of wine has hit ya, because you’re at the point of no return…you’ll end up looking like a boiled, pink, bearded clam- surely not the look you were intending. 
So, outward to inward….I commence. Not too bad- things are moving a long smoothly- very little pain or discomfort is occuring so far. About an hour into my journey, my back is a little stiff, my hand hurts from tweezing, so I get up to get another glass of wine, rally, and get back to work, thinking I was half-way there. Let me teach you something about the female anatomy, if I may. In God’s great creative design, the tiny hairs on the outer area are fewer between, and much less painful, then the ones more inward. In addition, as nature intended, the more inward is a more “slippery slope”, so to speak. Tweezers have a tougher time tweezing. Now what do I do? Off to grab another glass of wine, and think of a solution. Think, think, think….Baby powder would work! I look all over- no baby powder. Damn. What else….when my kids had diaper rashes, my mother-in-law always said to use cornstarch- that must soak up moisture! So, I grab a box of cornstarch, do a dusting of my area, and we’re back in business! Yeah, it hurts like hell at this point, yeah my neck is twisted and my body contorted trying to reach myself, but it’s all for good reason, right? Sexy bikini line is within my reach! Four hours, a bottle of wine, a half-box of cornstarch, and a twisted, pinched-nerve riddled neck and back later…I have finished. I laquer on the Bikini Zone, and pass out in my bed, still covered in cornstarch (this didn’t even phase the Husband- he’s totally used to my shenanigans by now).
The next morning I wake up, realizing that there are several patches that in my wine-dimmed haze I thought I nixed, and didn’t, and it took yet another hour of painstaking tweezing. The whole effect was pretty good, still red and bumpy, the first two days, then all started to sprout back within a week. So overall, not my answer to bikini hair removal. After the $18 bottle of wine, $160 chiropractic bill, and five plus hours of discomfort, and at least one solid hour of pure torture, I’d rather pay $50 and have someone rip it off all at once (which I’ve never had done yet, but you know when I do, I’ll tell you all about it)!
And a small disclaimer about the Bikini Zone…it works pretty good. However, I do not recommend applying the product right before any sort of naughty activity…it contains Lidocaine. In other words, if you do not heed my warning, you will hear the words, “Honthy, I can’th feel my thongue!” Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Super healthy, organic, no trans fats or high-fructose corn syrup, and they taste good! I keep a stash in my car for outings, when the kids are freaking out, because they’re hungry or bored, and I don’t want to drive through McD’s for the third time in one week! I also keep a stash at home for a healthy snack as we’re all making a mad dash out the door to get my daughter to school on time. For myself, I prefer Detour protein bars:
Low sugar, lowfat, high fiber and protein, and if I imagine really hard, and I’m hungry enough, I can convince myself it’s a Snicker’s bar!


Every woman would love to know the answer to the question, “How do I lose 5 lbs. in 5 minutes?” Here it is- fake tan in a can! It contours the definition of your muscles and highlights your curves and makes your boobs look bigger and sexier- sounds like a girl’s best friend to me! There are many options from drugstore to salon, from $8 to $38- I’ve tried them all. The trick to all of them is to make sure you have exfoliated your whole body, do not apply body lotion before applying the tanner, wash your hands, and let your body dry at least 15 minutes before getting dressed. I don’t care if the can says “dries quickly”, wait the full 15 minutes! I have dressed too quickly only to discover later that my bra has soaked up the tanner, and now I am left with half-moon, pasty- pale crescents under my boobs- not so sexy! Learn from my mistake.


