Yes. Most of my blog posting comes with utter truths of utter failures.
This one comes to you with the proclamation that I am also vain.
And that got me one eyebrow.
It’s like chin hair pops up. And out.
Do you remember a recent post I wrote about the horrifying “wax your mustache, madam?” ???????!!!!!!!
If you don’t, please click here. It did not entertain me in the least (smile and wink).
Anyhow—I’m going to one up that cosmetician and post something FAR MORE HORRIFYING than mustache waxing…
And it all comes back to my eyebrows!
I say “back to” my eyebrows—because these eyebrows are ever so famous on this here blog…
If you don’t know the henna story, click here!
But let’s not dawdle on the past—it’s time I bring you present day…
To my one eyebrow.
So, I was looking in the mirror the other day.
When your children grow just old enough to let you actually shower and look in the mirror, that’s when you realize that you’re not only tired—but also…
(Insert My Big Fat Greek Wedding voice here)
Like, seriously, my eyebrows were crazy.
And I am seeing things.
Like going a bit senile.
I could SWEAR I saw some white hair. I would like to say shiny silver…but my hair seems to be skipping that blending stage and heading for Santa Claus white.
And they were in the tip top portion of my forehead and on my eyebrows.
And they were sticking out…Like straight out.
I looked like I was heading towards the portrait of Groucho Marx, except living in Poland. And being a woman. And not being born in 1890—although my 10-year-old probably does think I was born WAY BACK THEN.
That is when brilliance struck me. I didn’t want to waste precious and painful time plucking eyebrows—I would just use this super easy cosmetic razor and give them a little control zip.
So I dug it out and zipped…
That’s when I heard it. It wasn’t the gentle hum of the razor guard. It was the vicious roar of electrifying laughter shouting, “I’m going to get you eyebrows…zip. Zip!”
And sure enough the razor won. I lost.
An eyebrow, that is.
And so—I painted on eyebrows for weeks with the hilarious, tears rolling down your face, exclamations from my daughter—“Why are your eyebrows BLUE today???!!!”
I’ll tell you why, smart girl…because I never learned how to paint on eyebrows.
Or apparently groom at all…
Here’s to you and all of your crazy! I’m here to make you feel normal and victorious each and every day!
And, go ahead…make your friend’s day. Like and share. My eyebrow can handle it!