I went out and got myself a pair of new eyebrows the other day.
Sounds a bit weird when I say it like that but nevertheless, that’s how it happened.
I’d been thinking about it for a while, as I was sick of ‘looking’ sick and having no eyebrows made me look like I had some kind of medical condition. While, yes, I did have a medical condition – I didn’t really want it to involve my eyebrows.
I found the perfect solution to my dilemma online with cosmetic tattooing. I wasn’t sure about the authenticity of the ‘look’ but I found the perfect cosmetic tattooist who used a gentle ‘feather’ approach that could be almost mistaken for real hair in the brows. I’m not sure what I was worried about really – I’m covered with tattoos – but while my body is my artistic temple I didn’t want my face looking like a painted Barbie doll.
It all went pretty well – or so I thought until I spotted my husband’s face when I breezed into the lounge room later that day. He didn’t say anything but right now they are a little dark until they settle and I have my second session to add lighter ‘hairs’ is finished. As my face is quite pale by comparison I guess they will take some getting used to. I’m not quite Morticia Addams but I’m sailing pretty close to the wind as far as he is concerned.
I’m not really bothered. For a long time I’ve had either very little hair or a penciled line to frame my eyes, so anything more than that is going to look a little odd for a while. Besides, I’m not the one who has to look at them all the time.
So far it’s been plain sailing but then again I’m not much of a social butterfly. I will be testing them out at the local diner on Friday night for our usual island gathering. I think it will be safe to assume that if nobody stares at me for more than five seconds straight unless they are speaking to me, I will be flying under the radar.
I’ve lived with the weirdness of no hair, some hair, bandanas, no eyebrows, lots of tattoos and very pale skin for some years now. If I can find a way to enhance one thing about myself – kudos to me.
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