Epilation’s what you need
My flatmate always has enviably smooth legs, and I asked her recently what her secret was. I suspected she’d found the best waxer in London at some secret little beauty parlour, and was hoping for a name and a number. To my surprise she whipped out a small plastic object that looked a bit like a pastel coloured electric razor.
“My epilator” she replied. “It’s genius.”
I’ve been saving up for laser hair removal for a few years, so have been battling on with the pain and inconvenience of waxing, the gloopiness of hair removal creams, and the irritation of shaving.






