I was a beautiful baby (this is what my mother always told me) but cranky.
As I grew up, I didn't feel as beautiful (I think this is normal), especially standing next to my mother, who was so lovely she modelled for a local department store while at Salem College (Montaldo's? Thalhimers?).
But one thing I did havethat she did not: naturally well-shaped, separated eyebrows. Even after I was a full-fledged adult, I never had to pluck them, pencil them, or put them through any other indignity that my mother suffered.
And then recently I looked in the mirror and realized that something had changed.
Here is what I saw.
OK, so that's an exaggeration.
Here's a recent picture of me.
I need HELP, people. My mother NEVER taught me the art of brow - she didn't NEED TO - and now she's DEAD and I don't want to try it myself, lest I end up with THIN PENCIL LINES on my forehead where my eyebrows USED to be. You KNOW what I am TALKING ABOUT.
I need suggestions for local beauticians who aren't afraid of caterpillars.