OOOOOKKAAAYY maybe not 10 ft. Whatever the length of one of those old lady grabber things is.
It's been a long, long time since I shaved my own legs. It went: pregnancy, winter and a newborn and then spinal fusion. Thanks to living in a warmer climate I could no longer ignore the issue. Mike had used his electric 3 headed guy razor on my legs once or twice, but now it was time to figure this out for myself.
Mike got one of the grabbers (I now own 6) that locks closed and the aforementioned electric razor and left me to it. I think if my spine was fused and I had normal hips this would be less tricky, but them's the brakes. I have not so flexible, malformed and generally cranky hip joints.
I cautiously sat fully clothed in a t-shirt and the shorts I intended to wear if this experiment worked out. I switched the razor on. Her toddler-sense tingling Riley came banging on the bathroom door. "Mommy's busy" I hear Mike tell her steering her away from the door. Her protest was brief, but it was clear she'd be back to show that closed bathroom door and Mommy's privacy who's boss.
My resolve stiffened now that I was reminded of how little uninterrupted time I had. It was a piece of cake for the 25 or so percent of my leg I could see well, being the top front from the knee to mid leg. Other than that it was pure hopeful guessing for the most part. I scooted around in my seat, bent my knees at every angle, and stood up in front the mirror (awkwardly leaning into the sink).
My arch nemesis since the back surgery has been "behind me." I have no twisting abilities anymore. Please don't tell my toddler I have a blind spot. The backs of legs were super-doper tricky, but when I called Mike to check them it was the sides of my legs where I had missed the most.
In the end I give myself a solid "B" for my first try. I got to wear the shorts which was the ultimate goal. I really did think once upon a flexible spine (not to mention minus a few years and a pregnancy ago) that shaving my legs was a huge pain, Ha!
I need to win the lottery and hire someone to be my leg shaver, shoe and sock putt-er on-er and official following me around picking up anything I drop person. I dream big, don't I?!?