I can still remember seeing my maternal grandmother, Goma aka Anita Recio. She was a character, laughed a lot and loved to dance and sing. Goodness, she was loud too. Her voice when she sang was amazing.
Something that does stand out is that on her chin she had a protruding mole. And on this mole there was a grey hair that grew out of that mole. Yes, and guess, what? One day I looked in the mirror and to my horror I saw that familiar grey hair all by itself except for it protruding out of a mole under my chin!! I was horrified, believe me. My Maternal Grandmother, Anita Recio-->
So, nowadays, I take some tweezers and just pluck that stray, aging white hair. just this week at church, Aaron turns to me to tell me that the white hair was on my chin in sacrament meeting. I was mortified and there was nothing I could do at the time. I thought a second and told him, that then was not the time to tell me that. I wondered if all of a sudden these hairs just appear an inch long out of nowhere. ???
Then I went to my assignment at the templethis week. I looked in the mirror and there on my chin was that single white, coarse hair just waiting to be plucked. I saw a lady in the dressing room area of the lockers and asked politely if she happened to have any tweezers in her purse.
She answered in the affirmative! Iwas so glad. I praised her to the skies and thanked her at the same time of my discovery. She pulled out one of those small blue Swiss Army knives to give me. I was so pleased to be able to find someone who had one of those handy tools in thier purse.
It worked very nicely and I pulled a couple others I could see in the brightly lit dressing room mirrors where the workers all dressed. I was so grateful and decided I needed to keep one of those in my purse at ALL times to avoid any embarassing eruptions of unwanted facial hair on my face, like my grandma used to have.
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