a close shave
Sep. 4th, 2005 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
42itousWe saw Sweeney Todd last night. Good show, good production. Not Into the Woods, but it has some (actually, quite a few) fun moments.
It reminded me, though, that I needed to shave. I haven't shaved in over eight years. I pride myself on being furry, as well as saving time by remaining furry. But pretty soon I will be want to wear something white and sleeveless, and at the same time to hug relatives and friends. Dress is long enough that I can leave my legs alone (yay!), but a little cloud of dark curls in my armpit would look odd against a background of white linen.
So my dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
majordomo taught me to use his shaving cream and razor. He even had to do some of it for me -- halfway through I felt like I was going to faint. (Was it remembrance of last night's entertainment, or the change in blood pressure from holding my arms above my head?) Now I am one step closer to comlpying with the laws of fashion, and looking forward letting it grow back after the next few weeks.
This journal entry has nothing to do with Wallace and Gromit, although I do relish the British-only verbal pun of a sheep named Sean.
It reminded me, though, that I needed to shave. I haven't shaved in over eight years. I pride myself on being furry, as well as saving time by remaining furry. But pretty soon I will be want to wear something white and sleeveless, and at the same time to hug relatives and friends. Dress is long enough that I can leave my legs alone (yay!), but a little cloud of dark curls in my armpit would look odd against a background of white linen.
So my dear
majordomo taught me to use his shaving cream and razor. He even had to do some of it for me -- halfway through I felt like I was going to faint. (Was it remembrance of last night's entertainment, or the change in blood pressure from holding my arms above my head?) Now I am one step closer to comlpying with the laws of fashion, and looking forward letting it grow back after the next few weeks.This journal entry has nothing to do with Wallace and Gromit, although I do relish the British-only verbal pun of a sheep named Sean.
