A Micro Mishap'

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.)