I've come to realize I have a lot of eyebrow stories. Strange. In high school, I started plucking my eyebrows without mercy. I didn't realize how merciless I'd become until school pictures came out. I stopped plucking and started hiding those pictures. I already have a very high browbone...plucking hadn't helped!
A few years ago, I was introduced to waxing. I didn't want to keep going to the salon for something I could do myself, so I bought some waxing stuff from Avon. And did it myself. Now, usually, I have good results. It is tricky to make both brows match. And sometimes when I look at the hair left on the fabric I have a heart-sinking panic attack. Sometimes, in a try to make both brows match, I end up with some pink burns on my brows...or a very surprised expression for a few days from over-waxing.
A couple weeks ago I realized it was time to wax them again. Before I got to it, a lady coming out of Aldi complemented me on my eyebrows. Now, that was a first! And I figured they must not need done after all! LOL
Well, last week I decided, no matter how much a grocery-store stranger admired my brows, I wanted them touched up. I put the wax in the microwave...then forgot it. When I got it out, it had cooled a tad too much. The usual fine coating on the toothpick I use was a rather large blob. And it dripped, or dropped, right onto my eyelashes! Almost instantly my top and bottom lashes were globbed together with rapidly cooling waxing goo. What a panic I was in! Now to remove the wax without removing my lashes! With the help of oil, I got most of the wax out. But it left my lashes sticky. I should have given up, but noooo, I continued to wax my brows with lashes sticking together. And I must say...my brows do not match, I burned my skin enough it was still red the next day, and I look like I'm constantly raising one skeptical brow--an expression I am unable to do naturally.