Waxing woes…

Some time ago, I decided to save time and money by doing my waxing myself. It’s not that difficult, once you figure out the right products, and it beat the hassle of dealing with driving to and finding parking at one of the few decent places in the city.

But this post is not about the joys and challenges of self-waxing. Well, not really. First, a little history: I learned that my skin and hair does not do well with the typical “do it Wax1yourself” waxing options. No cold wax, sugaring, or pre-waxed strips will work on me. Nope. I need the classic hot wax stuff and paper or muslin strips. Since I don’t own a microwave, that meant using a wax heater. Think of it as a slow-cooker for your wax.

Enough history. Suffice to say that lurking in one of my bathroom cabinets is the following equipment: a small wax heater, a can of my preferred wax (with a lid), a roll of waxing paper, application sticks, and all the other assorted and sundry supplies like scissors, tweezers, oil, etc. all tucked neatly into a little plastic basket next to the wax heater.

All was great and happy. Until one day I went in to grab the wax pot and found an unholy mess.

Sticky goo covered the entire floor of the cabinet. The cord of the wax pot was mired in a pool of pink.

The wax pot cord…

Somehow, the can of wax had tipped, and the lid is apparently not meant to contain the wax should tippage occur. Thus, an almost full can of wax oozed its way over the bottom of the cabinet.

It was not pretty.


Wax cleans up nicely with oil… when it’s a small amount of wax. Large puddles of wax on the other hand? Not so much.

The puddle laughed at my feeble attempts to clean it up with oil-soaked paper towels. Now I had a sticky, oily puddle of pink goo festooned with bits of torn paper towel.

Okay… maybe a scraper?

The sticky, oily puddle of goo laughed again. Now there were strings of wax stretching from the puddle over my arms, the cabinet doors, the floor, and everywhere I had tried to lift a scraper from the wax. Somehow I had wax in my hair and all over my face.

This is not good.

I nearly had a meltdown. Sitting on my bathroom floor, surrounded by a pile of oily, waxy, shredded paper towels, a plastic paint scraper covered in pink goo, and strings of the pink stuff stretching three feet in any direction, covering me and everything in my arm’s reach.

Yeah. I was not happy. How was I ever going to get this mess cleaned up? I wiped up the strings of wax and wadded up the used paper towels. I cleaned up everything outside the cabinet and fixed my gaze on the mess within. What had been a placid pool of pink was now a smeary, oily mess that was, unbelievably, worse than before.

I rolled my eyes and grumbled. Then suddenly, I spotted my salvation.

The wax all over my cabinet was cold. What if I could heat it up? Hot wax is infinitely easier to clean up…

I grabbed the blowdryer and a fresh roll of paper towels, then aimed the appliance at the puddle and cranked it to its highest heat setting.

Miracle of miracles, the wax started moving. It melted and oozed, liquifying before my eyes. I tried a paper towel. It worked! The towel captured a wad of the hot wax, pulling it away from the mass with minimal mess.

I worked bit by bit, slowly heating up a section of wax before mopping it up with paper towels. In the end, I wound up wiping the cabinet floor with oil and scrubbing the last of the wax residue up with an oily rag.

My bathroom cabinet has never been so clean. And now my wax sits in a tray – just in case.