I woke up late this morning (I can do that since I don't have a job to wake up early for.) and got ready to go out to lunch. After the usual shower and getting ready routine, I leaned into the bathroom mirror to do the last look over and what do I see? A forest growing right above my eyes. Dang! I need to tweeze my eyebrows again! But since I'm not anal about my eyebrows and I was very hungry, I postponed the tweezing ritual for another time.

I remember the first time someone pointed out my need to tweeze my eyebrows. It was my next dorm neighbor Joanne in my senior year in college. Her eyebrows were meticulous and perfectly shaped. She gave me a demonstration and then even plucked my bushy eyebrows for the first time ever. It left the area of my eyes red and throbbing. Then she told me that I would have to pluck my brows every other day to keep it in perfect order. Every two days! Is she crazy? No wonder she had perfect eyebrows! I've disciplined myself to do it when I notice the unruly hair growth spreading out the eyebrow path which unfortunately happens every week.

My eyebrow hero is this lady named Rosemary who was a substitute teacher where I worked. She was in her late forties. I'm not sure how we got into the topic of tweezing our eyebrows but she told me that she no longer needs to pluck. Her stray eyebrow hairs don't grow anymore after years of tweezing. I really want to believe in her story. Even now I remember her every time I pluck and tell myself that I will not need to pluck forever. This too shall pass someday....