I've never paid much attention to my eyebrows. Sure-I get them waxed at the nearest nail salon every so often and pluck them on my own in between wack, I mean, wax jobs but never really cared much about them.
Just more hair on my body...whatever.
When I do get around to actually tweezing them on my own, it's usually pulling out a few strays here, plucking a few out of placers there and so on but nothing more than that.
Until the day I had really, really good lighting.
Or so I thought...
Notice anything weird here?
(besides my freakishly enlarged eyeball...)
What about NOW?
I'm missing HALF of my FREAKING eyebrow!!
It only took me TWO weeks to realize this. Two whole weeks I went with only half an eyebrow and not one person told me. Not my mom. Not my aunt. Not my co-workers. Not even my own husband. (Ok-like he would notice...but still!!)
This is when shit hit the fan.
Not one but TWO trips to Ulta followed this incident where a young lady at the "Brow Bar" (genius name, by the way) so kindly matched me up to this little beauty:
Insert "Brow-zing" by Benefit.
(aka...my newest BFF/partner in crime/sidekick. Literally.)
Half wax/half powder: The wax keeps your eyebrows (that you DO have) in place and also keeps the powder sticking in the places where you DON'T have any eyebrow.
I love it. I love it. I love it,
Look who's rockin' a full set of eyebrows these day?!
(well, that is, until I wash my face at night...)
Guess who has to grow her brows out for a
gruesome 2-3 weeks to get them re-shaped?
Guess who's also terrified of rain and sweat and a swimming pool these days?
I've decided, this gives a whole new meaning to the term
"melting in the rain"...