Eyebrows

So, what is the deal with women who shave off their eyebrows and then draw on new ones?

The other day my daughter and I were at a local fast food establishment in the drive-thru buying a meal for her to consume. We chose to go through the drive-thru to order a bag of deliciousness rather than walk inside as we were in a hurry to get back home to hide out while the sun tried to suck every drop of water from our bodies (you see, we live in a normally comfortable climate, but this year has been hot, waiting room for he** kind of hot). Once we completed our order, I drive up to the window to hand over my hard earned cash for the bag. As I come to a stop at the window and it slides open, what greets me, freaks me! I have to tell myself to close my gapping mouth and to not turn immediately to my youngest and yell “WHAT IS SHE THINKING? DO YOU SEE THE EYEBROWS ON THIS CHICK?”

I am finding it difficult to even come up with an explanation of what I saw right there in front of me. Well, OK, not exactly in front, but peering down at me from a drive-thru window with hand outstretched holding a bag of food. The gal had completely shaved off her own natural eyebrows (or uni-brow - we can not be sure now). Covered her face in foundation and then had carefully, yes, I am going go with meticulously, drawn on new eyebrows that she felt were more appropriate to her appearance.

Please let me be clear, I am not saying that should one have no eyebrows for health reasons, that eyebrows should not carefully be penciled, maybe even tattooed on, which can be artfully done. But, this was clearly not the case in this incidence.

So, back to the eyebrows, the inner corner was a small square and when I say square, I mean, measured and sized. Then, coming from the center of the square going straight up and in a sweeping curve, the “eyebrow” came around to the outside corner of her eye, almost touching her actual eyelid. Gathering all this information about shape, curve and sweep took me all of 2-3 seconds. Enough time for me to thank her for the food, turn to my daughter and say, “check out the eyebrows” before the gal pulled her head back inside that drive-thru window.

From this, came a lengthy conversation about eyebrows with my daughter whom I am sure, will NEVER shave off her own to pencil, paint, or graphically design new ones on her own face.

A Thank you... to the girl in the red car

Here it is, my first blog. Why did it take me this long, you might ask. Over the years, and yes, I mean YEARS, people have said to me "You should write a book." Each time someone said it, I would laugh it off and change the subject. I never thought my writing was that good, nor did I think my stories were that interesting, but.....one day, there she was, the girl in the red car and I knew I had to start writing.

The girl in the red car

I was heading for the post office on a sunny summer morning. The light ahead was red and I pulled up behind a red car to wait for the light to turn green. When the light turned green and we started to cross the highway overpass I noticed the person in the car in front of me raise both of their hands to their head. Going down the road at 35 mph, I watched in amazement as the girl (I learned this later as I passed her) began to brush her hair. I am not talking about a quick brush through. I am talking about LONG HAIR..brushing through it, head swishing from side to side, flicking it, brushing it..all the while heading down the road AT 35 MPH!!!!! Not only that, we had gone through two more stop lights and were now heading down, straight down a very steep hill. What the heck??? What was this girl thinking? I am sure my mouth was wide open and perhaps even a few cuss words were flying out as I observed this hair brushing extravaganza.

So, thank you girl in the red car. Thank you for bringing me to this place in my life where I can feel free to express all the amazing, astounding, confusing, frustrating and ridiculous things that I observe here and there as I go about my daily life.