Tearing off a strip

Austerity measures are in place in the B&H household. Budgets have been drawn up. Certain parties (ahem) have vowed to not be quite so profligate with money. There is a distinct whiff of penitence in the air.

But for each item we have ruthlessly slashed from our budget (newspapers, meals out, the prospect of a holiday ever again), there is a sister item that refuses to to be cut. Take, for example, hair removal. I am used to happily trotting down to my local waxing parlour once a month to be thoroughly defluffed. This may now be £35 we can’t afford, but that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to let my lady garden fall to ruin.

A bikini wax is something I just can’t live without. I routinely receive lectures from other women that this is not the case, but I can only assume that they have a lot less public hair than I do. Left to its own devices, my bikini line extends halfway down my thighs. I would like to say that this is a joke, but it is not. If it is slightly thinner around the edges that it used to be, then that is due to years of devoted waxing. On the rare occasions I’ve tried to grow it back, I’ve developed thrush from the sheer heat it generates. I concede that no-one ‘needs’ a Hollywood (great to have the choice, though), but without my bikini wax, my pubis would resemble Brian Blessed after a particularly heavy night out.

So, there’s only one thing for it. Herbert will have to become my waxing technician. I ask him if he’d mind.

‘Of course not,’ he says. ‘It sounds quite entertaining, actually.’

Entertaining for you maybe, Herbert. Come Sunday afternoon, I spread an old sheet over the bed, and make up a batch of sugaring wax (see recipe below). I have taken the precaution of buying proper spatulas and waxing strips, and I lay these out on a tea-tray covered in newspaper. As a final touch, I bring in my desk lamp so that he can see what he’s doing.

‘Right,’ I say to H, ‘Spread the wax in the direction of the hair growth and smooth on the strip in the same direction. Pull it off in the opposite direction, but not upwards. Parallel to the skin.

‘Okay,’ he says, ‘I’ll just switch the tennis on to keep us company.’

I’m not sure this is a good idea. H is a tennis junkie, and in a battle for attention between my crotch and the ATP finals, I’m pretty sure I’d lose.

Nevertheless, I lay on my back and bend my legs outwards, revealing the full splendour of my thigh fuzz.

‘How far do you want me to go?’

‘Well,’ I say, pulling up my knickers, ‘you see the line where the hair goes from thick bush to wispy hair? That’s the line I want you to follow. Make sure it’s a triangle.’

‘Fine,’ says H, sunnily. He layers on a thick line of wax, smooths on the fabric strip, and then pauses dramatically before ripping out a big clump of pubes.

‘Ouch!’ I say. ‘Do you think you could avoid the long pause before you pull it off? It makes me nervous.’

‘That was brilliant,’  says H. ‘So much came off in one go. Look!’ He waves the strip under my nose and I see an alarming amount of black hair.

‘Remember, don’t go too far in,’ I say. ‘I don’t want a landing-strip.’

‘Don’t worry,’ says H, one eye on the telly. He smears on another streak of wax and tears it off.

‘H!’ I say, looking down, ‘You’ve gone even further in this time!’

‘I’m following the line of your knickers, but you keep moving them in!’

‘I’m moving them out of your way.’

‘Oh,’ says H. He peers in. ‘Problem is, there’s still a big patch covered in wax. Shall I just take that off anyway?’

This would mean losing most of my public hair, and I don’t fancy getting H to wax around my labia. ‘No,’ I sigh, ‘I’ll have to try and shower it out. We’ll do the other half in a minute.’

In the bathroom, I find that the right hand side of my pubic hair is a series of waxy dreadlocks. I shampoo them, but nothing seems to budge, so I begin to tug at the wax, hoping to loosen it. This leads to a huge line of hair tearing out in my hand. ‘Flaming Norah,’ I imagine Keeley, my usual waxing technician, saying. I can’t help but agree with her. I wish Keeley were here now. She’d be able to sort this out.

‘Right,’ I say to H, returning to the bedroom. ‘You’re just going to have to try to make this even. No-one will see the wonky bits but you anyway.’

‘Yeah,’ says H, ‘But I might find that a bit distracting, now that it’s my own handiwork.’

All I can hope is that I don’t have to show it to the midwife next week.




Sugaring Wax Recipe

I learned to make sugaring wax from an Iraqi friend when I was a teenager. It’s pretty simple and dead cheap. You can buy 100 fabric strips from Amazon for about £4 (we used about 1/3 of a pack, but I’m sure we’ll learn to improve on this rate), and 100 spatulas for about the same amount, although you only use one per session. That means my bikini wax cost about £2.50. Bargain. Clearly you could cut this cost if you had an old sheet you could cut up instead.

1. Mix 2 cups caster sugar, 1/4 cup lemon juice and 1/4 cup water in a saucepan.

2. Bring to the boil, and let it bubble away for about 10 minutes, stirring regularly. You have to stand over it to make sure it doesn’t boil over.

3. Gradually, it will thicken slightly, and become darker (see pic above). Test it in a glass of cold water – if it disperses, it’s not ready yet; if it stays together, and is pliable to the touch, it’s ready. Because it’s basically a caramel, you can also taste it at this stage – it takes on a toastier flavour when it’s done. N.B. while still hot, it will feel too thin to be used as wax. Have faith.

4. Take it off the heat and cool for 30-45 mins before using – test a small patch of it on your wrist before smearing it on! If it gets too cool and hard while you’re waxing with it, you can ping it in the microwave for 10 seconds or warm it in a bowl of boiling water, but make sure you test the temperature before you use it again.





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14 Responses to Tearing off a strip

  1. Kavey 28/11/2011 at 11:48 #

    I have never really considered it before but am thanking the gods of genetics that I have not found any need to wax my pubes! Odd really, as my legs are bastard hairy and I’m not overly fond of my upper lip hair (though far too lazy to wax or bleach it). The thought of so heavy a pube rug that it causes one’s lady garden to overheat is not something I even knew existed.


    • Betty Herbert 28/11/2011 at 18:36 #

      You are a lucky lady! Body hair is such a bizarre thing. I’m pretty fair, but all the other women in my family are olive-skinned and black-haired. Somehow, I inherited their body hair but not their head hair. I would prefer it the other way round, frankly.

  2. Fiona 28/11/2011 at 12:48 #

    ooch……but I am heartened to find someone else with pubs that go right down the thighs and quite beyond the acceptable boundaries of briefs

  3. Rhian Tooley 28/11/2011 at 15:57 #

    Loving that your pubic hair is public property.

    You do know waxing hurts more when pg anyway, right?

    • Betty Herbert 28/11/2011 at 18:33 #

      Don’t think it was any more painful to be honest – but it was much more scary, lying there suspecting your husband is doing something incompetent down there. He actually left me with quite a cute triangle in the end, but tells me the underside is very wonky. At least I can’t see that bit. I refused his offer of a mirror.

  4. The Harridsn 28/11/2011 at 17:22 #

    Oh, that was an excellent post. It sounds dreadfully wonky and ouchy and bonding. Sort of. Just you wait til H has to administer a perineum massage when you are 39 weeks pregnant. Woo hoo!

    • Betty Herbert 28/11/2011 at 18:32 #

      Yes, I thought I might as well prepare him for the horrors of childbirth. It’s like a training scheme for expectant fathers…

  5. Belle du Brighton 28/11/2011 at 18:08 #

    This actually made me chuckle out loud, I have had a similar experience but with a razor and not wax. Daunting and horrific!

  6. Talei Loto 28/11/2011 at 19:28 #

    Hilarious! Kudos to you and H – bravery on both parts! And I totally agree – no lady garden should fall into ruin.

    I had an ‘Ex’ shave my legs pre waxing days, and let me say, it was both terrifying and exciting (wierd much?)


  7. The Ref 29/11/2011 at 10:58 #

    My GF currently shaves it all off every day but is thinking of getting a course of laser treatment. Groupon do a programme of 6 laser sessions for about £120 which is less then 3 months waxing and is permanent.

    Happy days!!

  8. Korhomme 01/12/2011 at 19:35 #

    Some of us men have to shave (our faces) daily!

    You could always liberate H’s beard trimmer and put it to better use!

    • Betty Herbert 02/12/2011 at 10:24 #

      Bikini lines are a bit different – they endure more friction than faces. Some women cam shave them with no ill effect; personally, I come out in rashes and eventually boils. Waxing works far better for me: I only need to do it once a month, it doesn’t grow back prickly and my skin’s happier. But perhaps I should follow the spirit of your comment by saying, ‘I endure the pain and hassle of waxing! Why don’t you do that too?’ I expect you’d tell me it’s none of my business.

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