You know that thing? That thing that if it's on Cindy Crawford is called a beauty spot
well, since I can't make a silk purse of a sow's ear, I'll just say it: it's called a mole.
I don't like it. It's not quite elegant, though it's (thankfully) not big and warty. It's just a tidge darker in tone than my skin, so you would probably never notice it, even though it's just under my lip. Yes, just under my lip in the place where a beauty mark ought to be. Except. And this is no small exception. Except: Mine has three small hairs growing out of it. They used to be tiny, fine, completely unnoticable hairs of the nearly translucent variety.
And then, last night as I was brushing my teeth, I realized that one of those innocuous hairs had suddenly grown longer, darker, and completely mutant in its ability to stick straight out. Of course, I plucked the hair instantly.
But that doesn't mean I don't have the heebie jeebies about it. I feel as though I have come quite suddenly up against the turning point of my youth. It's all down hill from here, into the abyss of rogue eyebrow hairs that grow so long they threaten to jump right off one's face and who knows what other atrocities.
Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating. A little.
But still? Ewwwwww.
*end of self-indulgence (though I would appreciate it if someone out there could say I'm not the only one under 40 with such horrors sprouting on her it-wasn't-that-long-ago-that-I-was-still-getting-carded face)*
In other news, I noticed a big increase in hits when I offered up free circus tickets, but strangely only one person actually entered to win them. I'm not interested in turning this into a review blog with constant plugs for products, but I have been approached recently by marketers offering me interesting swag for giveaways. I have turned some down, as they weren't products I loved. But there are at least two that I adore, and that I thought people would love to know about and win for their very own, no strings attached.
Of course, I thought that about circus tickets too. Who wouldn't want to go to the circus for free? I thought. What fun!
So now I want to know: do you consider the occasional chance to win carefully-selected cool stuff a perk on blogs you read? Or do you see a post with a giveaway or contest and immediately think, "ack! run away! and get back to writing about the books you read, your kids, and your warts, you blogger-I-used-to-respect!"
Please weigh in. On warts. Of the literal or figurative variety. I would much appreciate it.
P.S. DVD and circus tickets winners to be announced later today.