The power never went off, so I went out and ran some errands. One of the errands was to have my hair trimmed. The young woman who did the job was named Tracey. She had three-toned hair (blonde, black, and burgundy) that stuck up and out in all directions, so I figured it would be best to be blunt with her: I want a trim. No styling, no "product," just less hair. She did a good job, but she still affected my self-esteem by telling me she could wax my eyebrows for me if I wanted.
I just plucked the hairy little dogs this morning. Admittedly, I don't pluck much--just get rid of the Leonid Brezhnev look between brows. I told Tracey no thanks, but now, of course, I'm wondering if I should have left my bangs long enough to cover up what are obviously socially unacceptable eyebrows.
Some months ago, my husband had had his hair cut and the person offered to trim his eyebrows. He came home in a state of panic, feeling that he had no eyebrows left! To be honest, I would not have even noticed if he hadn't been so upset. The trim made his brows seem more blond and he therefore resembled his older, blonder brother more than usual, but I didn't feel that he'd been brow-scalped. Wonder what he would have said if I'd come home with skinny little pencil-thin eyebrows?
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