Of all the desperately stupid things I’ve done in my life,
tattooing my eyebrows is by far the stupidest.
Social media has been full of really beautiful picture of
girls who have tattooed their eyebrows, using a technique called Mircoblading. It’s
the latest trend in giving your brows shape and definition. No more dying your
eyebrows and no more plucking to get
that great shape – you can have great brows permanently etched onto your face!
I’ve been dying to do it.
I did some research and have seen the most gorgeous microbladed
brows all over the net. Since mine are so thin and, dare I say - grey, I reckoned
that microbading would definitely be the thing for me! Since it’s trending
right now, and I’m such a trendy chick, I decided I’d go for it!
WTF HAVE I DONE!
I tootled off on Monday morning to my Microblading appointment,
without having told my husband I was going! I don’t discuss these things with him before
hand – And with very good reason of course. He always tries to talk me out of the stupid things I do. But I kind of
need to bump my head to learn a lesson, so it doesn’t work to talk me down. You
just gotta let me make my mistakes. I also hate the “I told you so” after the
fact, so I don’t discuss – I just do! Yeah,
I know, it’s called stubborn. Oh no wait, it’s called stupid.
About 20 minutes after I got back with my new eyebrows, in
walked my man! Immediately as he looked at me he blurted out in shock: “WTF
have you done?”
That was my first
indication that I have turned myself into a hideous creature. (At great cost to
myself I might add.)
“Teacher, why are you wearing so much make-up?” – Second indication.
“Teacher, why are you wearing Halloween stuff?” – Third indication.
“You look like an Angry Bird!” – Fourth indication
“Mom,*giggle* what have you done? *giggle*” – Fifth indication
And as for everyone who hasn’t said a word, it’s not
because they haven’t noticed. I mean really – there is no way you can miss the
two big black blocks that are supposed to be my brows. I think some people just
don’t have words. When they talk to me their sights are very clearly set on them - their facial expressions are questioning: “WTF has she done”. They don’t
ask out loud, because they are polite. Or perhaps because they are in so much shock they
have no words. I imagine that when they walk away they are suppressing much laughter.
It’s only been two days! Where will I hide for the rest of
my life?
I don’t understand – I was supposed to look like those
beautiful girls on the Internet. Not that I wanted to be an eyebrow model or
anything but nice brows where supposed to take attention off my wrinkles.
After a little discussion with a fellow microblader, I feel
somewhat better! Emphasis on SOMEWHAT! Apparently after the scabs fall off my
brows will be much lighter and not nearly as big and thick and caterpillar
looking! I just have to wait a week and
a half.
Something tells me the next week and a half will be the
longest week and a half of my entire life!
TIP OF THE WEEK: Book now, Girls. Don't delay, go microblade your brows TODAY.
(Come on, PLEASE! - I don't want to be the only idiot.)
