Last month on the girls "camping" weekend, Jonelle noticed that my eyebrows were badly in need of a plucking so she offered up her services. I thought that maybe it was just a long delayed payback for the time I plucked her eyebrows before her brother's wedding and accidentally made them really *angry* (Hey, I never said I was a cosmetologist) but she assured me she had nothing but altruistic intentions. So I laid on my back on the floor and trusted her. It was extremely painful and I can only guess bloody judging from all the times she wiped them off. After a particularly painful pluck I opened my eyes to give her a dirty look and she and Cari Ann both had this look on their faces:
No, they're not cats, but I didn't have an actual picture of them looking surprised, so I just googled "suprised face" and this came up. It was a look that said, "Oops." Jonelle had accidentally plucked a few hairs that, when removed, left a gaping bald spot. I said, "What?" and she said very non-chalantly, "Oh, nothing.... You might have to use an eyebrow pencil for a few weeks."
I was driving around this morning, five weeks after the plucking incident, and at a stoplight I happened to glance into the rear-view mirror and noticed that my eyebrow still has a distinct bald patch. I took a closer look and noticed the hair did grow back in that spot, but it's gray so you can't see it because as it turns out, my skin is also gray. (I feel so pretty!)
I used to have gorgeous, thick eyebrows:
I thought they were a pain in the ass because some stray hairs grew down to my eyelid and up into my hairline. Well, I don't have that problem any more! At the rate I'm going I'm going to be drawing them on soon. Maybe I should give up now, shave them and be done with it. This looks natural and beautiful, doesn't it?