I hear this is the year of the eyebrow. I could be wrong, it may have been 2010 that was the year of the eyebrow.
But when I ran into Viking Girl on the street I said, "It's the year of the eyebrow!" and she replied, "Oh, it's the year of the rabbit AND the eyebrow?"
I was on my way to my favorite esthetician to do something about my eyebrows, which looked like shredded anchovies.
My hair girl Jewel-Lee had suggested I get them tinted because my brows were so light and didn't match my hair. I really have a thing about eyebrows because I hate my own but I don't know how to do them.
During the early 1990's. I had burgundyish hair. I dyed my own brows to match.
That was pretty. All y'all who are now dying your hair sky blue and your brows to match, you little trendy monsters, please know YOU LOOK BAD, not rad.
Then at one point I bleached my brows. Maybe I was going for the Thompson Twins look? Thank you Wink at Me, I ripped off your photo.
So it was time to experiment and bring in the paid professional for my year of the brow.
She finished waxing and tinting and brushing and then I looked in the mirror.
I went home to Salty D. and started talking about how I was going to try to make Panang Curry for dinner. (The curry turned out to be an unsuccessful experiment.)
He said, "Why do you look so surprised?"
"I'm not surprised. What? You mean my new eyebrows make me look surprised?"
He looked away. "No, no. Well, yeah, the shape of them looks like you heard something really surprising. Or maybe like you're upset about something."