Gratefulness

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.

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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:

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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?

1 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 (http://www.yelp.com/biz/jules-makeup-and-skincare-san-francisco 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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