'Cause Everyone Wants to Hear About Body Hair

For the a full year after Chichi was born, I didn't take the time to get my eyebrows professionally shaped.  I figured that I could just do it myself and save myself the time.  I'm also uncomfortable booking spa-like treatments, for reasons I don't quite understand.  I assume that it's a combination of shyness of making the call, and space issues during the treatment, but whatever the reason, I don't enjoy the process.  Anyhow, after a year of self maintenance, my eyebrows looked kind of odd to me.  I was actually too embarrassed to have them done professionally until I grew them back enough to hide what I had done.  Apparently I didn't wait long enough.

The woman who eventually got my business looked down at my brows as I lay vulnerably on her table,  and curtly stated, "Your eyebrows are a mess!"  Maybe this is why I don't like spa treatments.  I'm a big fan of self-deprecation, but hearing it from someone else, well that just mean!  Then she inflicted a great deal of pain on me with only a thread, and told me that it would take about three months to make them look good, and that I MUST not touch them in between treatments.  Do you know how difficult that is when I've got renegade eyebrows working their way down my face?

Today I looked in the mirror and was startled by two angry looking caterpillars staring back at me.  How did they creep up on me like that?  I made a call to my 'Eyebrow Nazi', but she can't see me until next week.  Too bad Halloween is over.  I could have gone as Martin Scorsese.