When a woman reaches a certain age a good pair of tweezers is mandatory. I do want to stress a “good” pair. I have seen cheaply made ones. Those are definitely not worth the price. Mine are definitely high quality… handed down by my mom. So, whenever they leave my make up bag (sometimes my husband borrows them) I keep a watchful eye on them.
My first memory of using tweezers was in plucking my grandmother’s chin hairs for her. Now, as the saying goes, it’s come full circle. The difference is I’m plucking out my own two chin hairs that tend to sprout once a week. Then there is the occasional wild hair moving around to different locations. Last week, maybe I should have considered entering one for a Guinness world record, or at least looked into Ripley’s Believe It or Not. However, after the shriek when I discovered it, my tweezer finger was automatic and quick.
I’m thankful I lucked into my mom’s tweezers.