If you see me in the next week, don't be offended if I look at you with a raised brow. I went a little wild with the tweezers today. Luckily I stopped trying to even them up before a plucked them bald.
My concern over my eyebrows started about six months ago when I went to get a pedicure. After the woman told me very directly that my feet and hands were TERRIBLE, she then pointed out that my eyebrows were, "CRAZY, VERY CRAZY!!" I had never thought that my eyebrows were crazy. No one had ever mentioned this to me before, so I thought I should listen. I am very aware that I have buck teeth, a flabby butt, stretchmarked stomach, rough hands and feet that make that "SCRRRRCH" noise when I take my socks off, but I had never even considered my eyebrows. In my eternal quest for beauty, I let her wax my eyebrows. It hurt like hell, but I guess it's the price you pay.
Anyhoo, I never went back to have them done again. I always meant to, but for all the inconvience and pain involved I should be able to manage them myself. It is not as if anyone has ever mistaken me for the daughter of a yellow muppet with crazy hair and a gay lover. So, today was the day for grooming. PLUCK<> PLUCK> PLUCK< OOPS!! DAMMIT! I stopped and made an appointment for tomorrow.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment