Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
When I was twelve my picture was in the dictionary displayed alongside the definition of “unibrow”. King Kong was envious of my brows. I spent half my life pluck-pluck-plucking just to be presentable in public. It seems a cruel joke that middle-age convinced my once lush brows to desert me. Where have they gone? I haven’t needed tweezers since 45. I light incense and pray to the eyebrow gods every night before bed, but my begging goes unheeded. In fact, the eyebrow gods toy with me. While I’m asleep they pull what little hair does sprout from my eyebrows and plant it on my chin. I wake up in the morning looking like Billy Goat Gruff.
Okay, okay, so I’m exaggerating. A little. The point is, I want my eyebrows back!
When I was in high school back in the 70s, thin brows were the fashion, unless you were Brooke Shields. No one that I knew had thick brows, and a lot of girls shaved off their brows and drew on new ones. I never went that far, but I did pluck my brows into oblivion. Well, they are having the last laugh. After decades of rejection they have gone into semi-retirement. At least they aren’t turning gray. Much.
I think what worries me is that if my ever bountiful eyebrows have flown the coop, what will be the next to go? Or worse, what will be the next to grow? Yikes! Shouldn’t have had that coffee milkshake at Marble Slab Creamery. Or maybe…maybe all that calcium and vitamin D will infuse my eyebrows with new life!
Ahh…I love being a positive thinker.
Til next time,