I'm a late bloomer in the simple, torturous things that many women my age have been doing for years – including eyebrow plucking. While I prefer the Brooke Shields, circa 1970s eyebrows (easier maintenance), a few weeks ago I opted to take Liz's referral for an eyebrow wax at Nordstroms and “womanscaped” my brows. In the city, I guess $20 for a 5 minute wax is reasonable, but to me, that seems a bit extreme...until now.
Today while enjoying President's Day off of work, I dug out my compact tweezers and tried to pluck my eyebrows, so that I could hold off going back in to Nordstroms Spa for another few weeks. Unfortunately, the tweezers and the eyebrow stubs won. Referring back to old, previously ignored Instyle issues on this topic, I began to try plucking my eyebrows, however, the little bugger hairs were putting up a fight. One, two, three pulls and nothing although considerably more pain than when my "girl" does it. After about 20 minutes of wresting, curse words and two sets of lighting, I gave up and put the tweezers in the medicine cabinet. You won today eyebrows, but you will not win the war. And yes, I'm calling Nordstroms tomorrow for "brow touch up."
On an unrelated note, I watched the movie Becoming Jane today, and could not help but vary between being confused at the dialogue and swooning over the romance of 19th Century love. I have never read Austen, although Sense and Sensibility with Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet is one of my favorite movies, but it has to be the looks between the main characters, so young and in love that makes me swoon. Between the looks and the overture music that heightens the emotion, you can’t help but fall in love yourself. Maybe that contributes to my unrealistic expectations of relationships, but it’s fun, even though I usually have zero idea what they’re saying.