A while ago I bought a 10x magnifying mirror in the belief that I might be able to pluck my eyebrows myself, with my glasses off. (Trying to pluck one's eyebrows with one's glasses on having proved difficult to say the least)
Having given up, I went for a waxing session last Tuesday with my usual beauty (ha) therapist. She did my brows, lip and chin.
Today I felt the first signs of a coarse hair coming through, and, grasping my trusty tweezers firmly in my hand, approached the aforementioned mirror.
I had ommitted to remove my glasses.
Dear Reader, the vision that met my gaze was monstrous. Every wrinkle became a crevasse into which any semblance of youth appeared to have plunged, what might have been a "laugh" line became a furrow never to be ploughed again, the merest suggestion of a crinkle around the eye (yes, call them "crows feet" if you will) showed itself to be etched so deeply that no hope could be pinned on even the most celebrity endorsed cream known to woman.
I am distraught! Please, please do not allow yourselves to suffer as I have, I beseech you.