Soooo I seem to post a lot about hair removal – tweezers, laser and now my beloved epilady! With all the excitement of having gotten laser hair removal, I seem to have forgotten about the divine little machine that saved me from being a gorilla in a bikini for years.
The epilady is like a little handheld electric shaver, but instead of just cutting your hair, little spinning tweezers of death pull it out from the roots. It’s like getting a very slow wax and is perfect for people who count activities like waterboarding and medieval torture as hobbies. So why use the spinning machine of despair? Because it can pull out even the shortest hairs and you don’t have to endure the horrid in-betweeny phase while in a bikini.
I have done some strange things with the epilady and have bought three in my life, all on different continents. I have evened out my weird hairline with it, removed my one and only thigh hair, and even tried it on Craig’s arm the other day to see if he could endure the pain (massive failure). And then of course there were all the times it saved me from being weird crotch stubble girl. Even though I now have the skin of a trained seal, I can’t get rid of my handy epilady. It’s so broken that I have to turn it on with a paperclip, but I don’t care. We’ve been through girl warfare together, and I will always keep it close to my heart…err armpit.