I recently discovered one of the many funny little things about aging; I’m getting eyebrows like Andy Rooney. If you recall the late CBS 60 Minutes curmudgeon, he had brow hairs he could have donated to a dozen needy over-plucked people. They were not a bad thing in any way; they actually gave him character. However, I don’t think he got his one brow hair at a time like me.
My schedule has left little time for up close and personal minutes in front of a cosmetic mirror, but I recently bought a magnifying mirror because it promises 15 times magnification. This means that you can see things you don’t want to see, like an eyebrow hair which suddenly grew out of control, is a good quarter-incher, white and right in the middle of my otherwise dark blonde sculptured sideways parenthesis.
Those new grey hair covering sprays probably would not work on such a hair. Neither would an eyebrow pencil. I felled it with scissors, which means it will be back, and I guess I have to deal with having Andy Rooney brows. At least I won’t look like another highbrow eyebrow dude from the movie Dune named Thufir Hawat.
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