And yes, we are back to eyebrows. Most specifically my eyebrows and the desire I have to grow them out. I have been a serial plucker and threader since my early teen years and leaving them alone is harder than I thought it would be. I have dark, thick eyebrows which had been perfectly arched and fairly thin in shape since my mum decided it was about time we did something with the ‘beetle brows’ (her words and my aspiration) growing on my face. This something was a beautician who then proceeded to wax my general eye area. First and last time that happened.
As a brown lady (or coffee with cream if you prefer skin colour to be described like beverages) I have always had very thick and very dark eyebrows. Usually I pluck them into submission. Now, much to my Madre’s horror, I am letting them grow.