Easter Sunday night - just got settled in back at school. I have an exam tomorrow morning...who DOES that?
So, I have a minor tragedy on my hands. If I remembered how to create titles for these posts, this one would be entitled "The Saga of the Tweezers." Yes, tweezers. Here we go.
Once upon a time, in a house in Waterbury, a young woman was struggling to pluck her eyebrows with a standard beauty tweezer. Her father noticed her difficulty, and gave her a set of his own that he had used in conjunction with his photography pasttime. The young woman tried said tweezers, and found them amazingly effective. They gripped well and with precision, much better than any shape of beauty tweezer available at the local pharmacy. She kept them until well into her adulthood, sharing with her daughter once she was old enough. The tweezers were inscripted with "Bart", the first four letters of the daughter's maiden name, and her father's nickname. Her father passed on before the young woman married, and when the young woman's daughter went to college, she brought the treasured set of tweezers with her. One Easter weekend the daughter was hurredly packing a back to bring home, and tossed the tweezers into an outside pocket. Upon arriving home, she checked the bag only to find the treasured tweezers Gone. She hoped she had simply left them in her desk drawer at school, but when I got back they weren't here. I think they fell out on the way to the car, somewhere between here and S-lot.
Now, I know that's an odd heirloom to have, but YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT THESE TWEEZERS. They are AWESOME. I don't understand why beauty products manufacturers don't design them like this...I've lost them several times before, but I think this might be it. (In case you haven't figured it out yet, the young woman is my mother.)
Time to pick up my spirits with a Cadbury cream egg and my giant accounting book. If any of you notice my eyebrows starting to get straggly, just you think before you judge...and remember that heirlooms come in all shapes and sizes. It's never easy to adjust to a replacement of something precious in your life (ie, a parent remarrying, a new pet, or a new beauty product) - I'm dealing with my new standard beauty tweezers the best I can, and at the end of the day, that's all any of us can do.
PS - I just found out that my friend Paul has a new blog. Check it out.
So, I have a minor tragedy on my hands. If I remembered how to create titles for these posts, this one would be entitled "The Saga of the Tweezers." Yes, tweezers. Here we go.
Once upon a time, in a house in Waterbury, a young woman was struggling to pluck her eyebrows with a standard beauty tweezer. Her father noticed her difficulty, and gave her a set of his own that he had used in conjunction with his photography pasttime. The young woman tried said tweezers, and found them amazingly effective. They gripped well and with precision, much better than any shape of beauty tweezer available at the local pharmacy. She kept them until well into her adulthood, sharing with her daughter once she was old enough. The tweezers were inscripted with "Bart", the first four letters of the daughter's maiden name, and her father's nickname. Her father passed on before the young woman married, and when the young woman's daughter went to college, she brought the treasured set of tweezers with her. One Easter weekend the daughter was hurredly packing a back to bring home, and tossed the tweezers into an outside pocket. Upon arriving home, she checked the bag only to find the treasured tweezers Gone. She hoped she had simply left them in her desk drawer at school, but when I got back they weren't here. I think they fell out on the way to the car, somewhere between here and S-lot.
Now, I know that's an odd heirloom to have, but YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT THESE TWEEZERS. They are AWESOME. I don't understand why beauty products manufacturers don't design them like this...I've lost them several times before, but I think this might be it. (In case you haven't figured it out yet, the young woman is my mother.)
Time to pick up my spirits with a Cadbury cream egg and my giant accounting book. If any of you notice my eyebrows starting to get straggly, just you think before you judge...and remember that heirlooms come in all shapes and sizes. It's never easy to adjust to a replacement of something precious in your life (ie, a parent remarrying, a new pet, or a new beauty product) - I'm dealing with my new standard beauty tweezers the best I can, and at the end of the day, that's all any of us can do.
PS - I just found out that my friend Paul has a new blog. Check it out.
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