A Confession

I have a confession to make, and it might just shock you.   It’s this deep, dark secret I’ve been keeping for years.  YEARS I tell you!  – deep breath – Ok, here goes:  I… don’t really know how to tweeze my eyebrows, and therefore almost never do it.  OMG, are you shocked??

I thought not.  But in all seriousness, I don’t.  I’ve read a thousand tutorials, tried all the “tricks,” and I still just can’t really figure out what I’m supposed to be doing.


Seriously, that looks like calculus to me. ↑

For awhile I was getting my eyebrows waxed by a professional (this was years ago though — like, pre-KC).  It was all fun and games until my regular lady was out of town and I saw her associate, who basically waxed both of my eyebrows entirely off.  Those of you who know me, know that I’m super-fair and don’t have really intense eyebrows to begin with, so without eyebrows?  Yeah, I looked a little like this:


Ok, maybe not exactly like that, but you catch my drift.  It wasn’t a good look for me.  After this little snafu, I decided to stop with the waxing (which basically meant I stopped doing anything to my eyebrows, maintenance-wise).  And this has continued until this day.

I thought about getting my eyebrows done before my wedding, but was so terrified that the woman might “take everything I’ve got” à la Sex and the City, leaving me to Sharpie-on my brows on my day of wedded bliss, that I just decided not to.

So what does this have to do with anything?  Well, today I realized that I’m grateful for my eyebrows.  They’re mostly blonde, which hides the fact that I possess zero skill in shaping and maintaining them.  Plus, I stumbled across the perfect eyebrow pencil years ago, which just happens to be a 99¢ Wet and Wild eyeliner (don’t judge me.  It’s hard to find the right shade when you’re a redhead.)  And, in a land where I have to worry about wearing sunscreen every day of my life due to my SPF-100 skin, it’s nice that there’s at least something that pretty much takes care of itself.

Whew, it feels good to get that off my chest!

So, what’s your secret?

One thought on “A Confession

  1. That Batter Licker Chick

    I have no idea what I’m doing either, and my brows are naturally a bit sparse to begin with. After going to a happened-to-be-Persian professional in LA during undergrad and having her tell me that the problem with fair, blond-ish girls is that we have no coloring in our faces and that I needed to rub almond oil over my brows 10x/day so I could grow enough hair above my eyes for her to actually shape them, I basically cried myself home and gave up. But I took a big risk and went to Julie ( and happens to be a Bar Method client) about 3 weeks before the wedding, and she did an amazing job. Too bad that she’s super expensive without the Groupon I initially had, so I’ll just have to fend for myself with my eyebrow powder to fill things in a bit (eyebrow pencil always looks super fake on me, even in the “right” color).

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