Sunday, September 16, 2007

So, it's 4:19am on a Sunday.....

...and I'm in my art room, plucking my eyebrows.

To make matters worse, I really have no 'eyebrows' to speak of. At least the ones over my eyes.

They seem to have migrated to my chin.


And beyond.


Those are the little devils I am trying to get rid of.

Maybe that's part of aging - men get hairs in their ears and ladies have eyebrows that migrate.

Maybe that's where the line in the 3 Little Pigs comes from... "Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!"

My daughter told me she had her eyebrows waxed at the mall. My youngest daughter had been having that done for years. Even my granddaughter has had her eyebrows waxed at the mall.

Maybe I should do it....

I can see it all so clearly....

Me: Hi! I'd like to have my eyebrows waxed!

Them: Uh, OK, but you really don't have any eyebrows to speak of...

Me: oh, yes. well, not the ones over my eyes silly!.....the ones on my , uh, chin, and....uh, .. neck....

Them: (with a look of horror) Ohhhhh, I see. I mean.... I understand....

Me: Do you think you have that much wax??

Them: Hmmm....... I think we'll have to charge by the quart... and it could be painful you know.

Me: have you ever plucked your entire face before?? Don't EVEN get me started on pain!!

Ah, well...

So I did a little research on eyebrows and found this:


"The examples above show how the improper shaping of brows can give your face a look that is not true to your personality. Using the rules shown above will help you to shape your brow perfectly. These measurements insure that you will not have brows that look like the ones above."


Funny, they don't mention shaping the migrating ones to "insure that you will not have the brows that look like a beard on a man"..........


So, what are your Sunday plans???

1 comment:

madrekarin said...

It is a cruel twist of fate that women end up with chin hairs that grow like little pieces of dry straw in a hay bale.
I have a friend whose 90+ year-old mother would sit by the living room window every day, like a sentinel, plucking hairs from her chin. I am sure that she did not have THAT many! I think it was just a habit and gave her something to do. But you could always count on her being in that window as you pulled in the drive, and waving her tweezers in the air as you walked to the door.
Just such a charming picture.