It’s Hobbit weekend. Roughly 16 hours from now I will, at long last, be seeing the movie in 3D, regular FR, at a multiplex an hour or so to our north.
Having run across a number of Tweets from folks who have the seen the movie, I have decided to go off coms there before I get well and truly spoiled. I have stopped reading reviews by other bloggers, too. Even though I am not a spoiler-free kind of fan in general, I find I do want to have a few surprises left to me., you know? Especially after waiting for so long to see it.
I gave my husband a haircut earlier to mark the occasion. Mr. Armitage has a better barber (one who has actually been to beauty school), but I bet RA’s stylist charges much more than I do (a pan of brownies or a kiss will more than suffice).
I’ve been trying to groom myself for the big day, too. This does strike me as slightly incongruous since we will be seeing a group of excessively hairy dwarves, a wizard with a long fuzzy beard and a mop-topped Hobbit with hirsute feet. Oh, well, it IS a special occasion for humans.
Last night I decided to try out my Moom organic hair removal kit. Since I reached a “certain age ” I’ve been plagued with hair sprouting out in places I really would prefer it didn’t. Sometimes it’s white; sometimes it’s almost black. And very coarse. OK, so I have always had a lot of hair.
Yours truly at the tender age of five, I believe. Not the longest my hair has ever been, either.
But, dammit, Jim–I am not a dwarf woman. I do not want a beard on my chinny-chin-chin!
Waxing always leaves my skin very red and irritated for a couple of days, although I have regularly had it done on my brows and “upper lip” (yeah, it’s really my little blonde mustache). Plucking can be painful, too. These are some stubborn hairs, I tell you!
I really should have read the fine print on the Moom directions more closely. It appears you don’t have to heat up the jar of honey-like stuff when applying to face, only to the legs.
Oh. Was that why it was such a gosh-darned sticky mess? Hey, organic and natural doesn’t necessarily mean “neat.” I finally got all the Moom off my chin, throat, the muslin strips, the application sticks, the jar itself, my top . . . ahhhhh, you live and learn. I ended up plucking my brows. They got good and red, but at least I wasn’t sticky afterwards. Obviously, I need to perfect my technique . . .
However, I have no doubt that Mr A has perfected playing Thorin and will meet and exceed all my expectations of him in that role.
Now, I am off to wash and condition my white blonde locks. May put off shaving the old legs until tomorrow morning. Definitely won’t be Mooming them . . .
the armitage effect 