Date: August 19th, 2010
My mom dyed my eyebrows. It was, well, I'd never done it before.
Interesting works. Interesting is a word I'd use for it.
I worked the long shift at work and found myself pushing 10pm without a new thing of the day. Determined not to fail, I let my mother put chemicals on my face for the enjoyment and amusement of the crowd. About halfway through the process, I had the eyebrows of Frida Kahlo (and the jawline of a young Mick Jagger, but that wasn't because of the chemicals).
She had gotten a kit that was a two step process and, delightfully, didn't involve just putting hair dye on the brows. I was mildly concerned about that prospect until she showed me the kit, which was actually kind of neat. Three little bottles on a tray gave her like ten or fifteen uses. I had a momentary realization of how little hair there was on any give person's eyebrows. That's not the kind of thing I generally choose to think about, but it was interesting, to say the least.
There was very little philosophizing after my eleven hour shift and hour long commute. Not going to lie. Mostly just didn't want to fail the project. And now I have dyed eyebrows. Thanks will power. You did me a solid on this one.
No comments :
Post a Comment