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.