I was at first impressed with her obvious brow agility, but was then further impressed that she had the thought to bring her tweezers with her on her way to wherever she was going. I've done my mascara a time a or two in the car, but never tweezed.
I'm wondering if eyebrow maintenance would be more desirable to me if I had a pair of travel tweezers. I've been good, though, y'all. I've checked my eyebrows every morning (okay, maybe every other morning), lest they explode into a mass of tangles that hang over my eyes. I'm not sure why eyebrows have always been my El Guapo, but looking back in pictures, I can always tell when I was paying them proper attention. Summer as a camp counselor? NO. Wedding day? YES. Caleb's first few months of life? NO NO NO. This pregnancy? YES.
I think I forget that prenatals could possibly cause a little extra growth-age, too.
Tweezer Girl finished her plucking and then stared in the rearview mirror ... and therefore noticed that I was staring at her (with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open in awe and reverence), and she thusly threw on her sunglasses and proceeded to pull forward and retrieve whatever coffee delicacy she happened to be purchasing that morning.
This causes me to wonder: Did I miss the part of growing up where someone was supposed to teach me about proper eyebrow maintenance? Is this my Mom's fault? Her eyebrows always look nice, but I doubt she has to do much to them. I have my DAD'S eyebrows, not my MOM'S. I guess I'm past the age of blaming, but, you get the point.
Please note that this is another completely pointless post regarding eyebrows and my frustration/fascination with eyebrow maintenance. I am doing my best to learn the secrets of the trade.
Laser treatment, perhaps?
Have a lovely day!