Every night before I go to bed, I do the same few things. I brush my teeth, floss (because I am old now), rinse, brush my hair and make sure there are no out of place chin hairs.
It's a dreadful routine, but it's mine. Without it, I would be a gingivitis toting, dreadlocks wearing, bearded woman - and nobody wants to see that.
So the other night, while I leaned in as close as I could get to my bathroom mirror (because I don't have one of those fancy schmancy extendo-mirrors with the ultra-magnified side like my mom does), I noticed something not quite right with my eyebrow. Usually I can go a few weeks in between extreme plucking without things going awry, but clearly - something was up.
And it was up in the form of a gray eyebrow.
What? I asked myself as I examined the freaky hair in the mirror, pulling on it with the tweezers to make sure it just wasn't a rogue light-colored eyebrow reflecting off the vanity lights above. Sho 'nuff. It was silver, just like those occasional ones that I pull out from my bangs. And it wasn't just it's color that truly freaked me out, it was its texture and its unruliness.
If crazy silver eyebrows are what I have to look forward to as I age, than I want nothing to do with it!
Another beauty-related post coming soon!