Angry eyes?!

I’m back! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get here this week—it’s been a weird few days.

I have to admit, I think of this blog as a fantastically cozy little room. Soft lighting. A chair so comfortable you never want to move again. A calm place to sit for a few minutes and enjoy Brain fog and Brilliance, which has quickly become your favorite new blog!

Strange thoughts often occur to me. Of course, they always seem to arrive at 2 a.m. I’m convinced they’d be just as exciting at 2 p.m., but my brain likes the drama of the night shift. Some of these ideas I hang onto because they make sense to me (and probably only me), and others simply because they make me laugh.

One of these thoughts? My eyebrows.

It requires a bit of backstory—so buckle up.

I first had my eyebrows shaped about 20 years ago. I didn’t even realize people did that. I’ve never been much into clothes or makeup, so I guess it’s not surprising. But my father-in-law—yes, you read that right—convinced me to give it a try. (Yes, I know that sounds odd, but my FIL was a well-groomed, fashion-conscious man. He was always nicely dressed, regardless of the occasion.) He told me my eyes would “really pop.” I was getting my hair done for a family wedding, so I figured—why not?

Since then, I’ve had my eyebrows done two or three times a year… well, until the past few years when they’ve faded into a lovely shade of “barely there.” Nothing drastic—just a tidy cleanup.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that certain beauty services require a unique amount of trust. Haircuts, eyebrow shaping, waxing… (Interesting how they all involve hair—LOL.) Manicures and pedicures count too, but nail polish can be removed. A bad haircut can be hidden under a hat or scarf. Even an over-clipped nail can be soothed with a bandage.

But hair that’s waxed? That’s not so easily fixed.

I mean, what exactly do you do if you get a bad Brazilian wax? You can’t glue that sh!t back on.

Thankfully, I’ve trusted my haircuts and brow waxes to only two stylists in the past decade. So, despite the molten wax being applied dangerously close to my eyes, I feel mostly comfortable. Or at least, a little less terrified..

It’s not the wax that scares me—it’s the prospect of crazy-shaped brows that make me look like I’m constantly furious.

So before the first swipe of wax, I always say:
“Don’t give me angry eyes.”

Because I don’t want to live out the rest of my days accidentally glaring at everyone.

Ok, it’s not a forever problem, but it is six long months of people wondering why you look perpetually annoyed.

So I keep my fingers crossed, hoping my brows will help my eyes pop… not make them look like they’re full of homicidal rage..

SO does anyone else have weird concerns like this? Hopefully it’s not just me! lol

Thank you for stopping by for a visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed your time here.

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