Chin Whiskers by Meijohn via Flickr

That’s what my Dad called them. He had lots of them. Most of them were red. My father had dark brown hair with a reddish tint and all of this facial hair came out red. My Mom had two curly things that grew on her chin until they were long enough to get yanked out.

Except for those two, my mother was just about hairless when it came to body hair but my father was very hairy. My brother is hairy and I remember my father’s sister had so much hair on her legs (she didn’t shave in her older years) that she could have braided them. I am talking whopper French braids here.

With genetics like that, there is no question that I would end up with chin whiskers. I’m fair and not too hairy so I am not really complaining…well, maybe a little. “They” say that most women get some after menopause. They are just so annoying. As you get older, you can’t really see what’s on your face. In a sense, it’s God’s gift that our eyesight gets weaker as our face gets….well….older. I do use a magnifying mirror but I don’t like it one bit. Good grief, it makes pores look like canyons!

I dutifully pluck those little suckers out as soon as I can feel them. I had electrolysis a few times but it didn’t seem to destroy the little buggers. There is nothing worse than when you are all ‘glammed’ up at a party and something on your face itches. Oh, no! It can’t be! Yes, it’s the little bugger letting you know that you are not perfect and definitely not cool. You assume that everyone else can see them because they are as black as the ace of spades! Oh wait, most other people here are the same age so they can’t see so well either!

I am very grateful I don’t have a mustache and no sign of getting one! Yay! Mom’s genes won!