She did a marvelous job, showing me how to use about 6 tools to paint on brows. I looked just like Joan Crawford's pic, without Hollywood hair, flawless skin and stunning eyes and lips. In other words, I don't need so much attention drawn to my face.
I seemed to channeling the brows of the late Andy Rooney. My brows were filling in nicely, but they weren't exactly growing into a nice arch. They were popping up everywhere. Some were curling up and some were sticking straight out. I must have stood with the hand mirror in the window light for 20 minutes, the day I made that discovery. As if my brow study wasn't freaky enough, I suddenly realized the "pool guy" was in the back yard and was probably wondering about the vain woman and her mirror. I yanked the curtain closed and laughed at myself.
So, I went to a nearby brow-threading salon and got a little help with the shape. But little can be done to get those wild ones to lay down and take a nap. It will take time. At least my brows aren't white, like Andy's!
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!