So, the other day, I looked down and wondered whose hands were those attached to my wrists. They looked too dry and wrinkly to be mine. They reminded me of my grandmother. Well, she was a hard working woman. Having her hands might not be such a bad thing.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror. And I realized that my teeth weren’t exactly in the same place as they were yesterday. But my smile was still a good one.
And my ears. Well, let’s just say, I knew from family photos, that this particular part of my body would someday get larger.
In fact, it seemed that the entire landscape of my face was experiencing a shift in its foundation. From a geological point of view, I was experiencing eruptions (old age spots), floods (eye leakage), and quakes which were producing in new fault lines everyday.
Most of these changes I expected and was having no trouble dealing with them.
But the other day, I discovered something quite unexpected.
I took off my glasses. Something was missing. I leaned closer to the mirror. And closer still. Until my nose pressed against the cool surface. Yes, this particular part of my anatomy had vanished.
My eyebrows!
Where there should have been a nicely shaped arch covering the length of my eye and beyond, there was this little apostrophe. Just hanging there. Like it actually belonged on my face.
When did this happen? I have a ton of hair everywhere on my body. On my head, it’s thick and curly with a mind of its own. The ones under my arm are long and snaky. If I don’t shave regularly ( I know, I should wax) they sneak out from the sides of bathing suit. There are several making a regular appearance above my upper lip. And no matter how many times I pluck that nasty one on my chin, it keeps growing back like a garden weed.
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I thought about all those wonderful adjectives associated with one’s brows, words used to describe feelings and emotions.
Sadness: Her eyebrows dipped inward.
Confusion: His bushy eyebrows crinkled.
Determination: Her eyebrows, straight as a ruler, told me she played by the book.
Flirty: He lifted one eyebrow and winked at me.
Eyebrows scrunch, gather, stray, lift, sag, tilt. They are an important part of our face.
I couldn’t help but stare at myself.
I was totally shocked.
But, of course, you couldn’t tell by looking at me. Because I no longer have eyebrows to raise in surprise.
So sorry for the loss of your eyebrows. Would it be possible to have any of the unwanted hair from other regions transplanted? What is it with body hair in later life? Does it get confused or something? My formerly much hated strawberry blonde hair and white eyebrows/lashes have come into their own in later life. It seems very resistant to going grey and if my eyebrows dropped out, no one would notice as they thought I never had any anyway! I drew some on once and people asked me if I had joined a circus so I just left them blank after that. It is a good job we can laugh at ourselves! Thanks for the giggle – I enjoyed you post.
A transplant of hair would be great! Thanks for your wonderful comment.
Lord have mercy! I know this so, so well. I’ve started having to color mine in but not in that weird way my grandmother did. Thank goodness for the eyebrow bar at Ulta is all I can say.
Sandy – I may have to try out that Ulta bar. Do they also serve martinis?
My dad has no eyebrows from years of standing too close to bonfires, haha! No hair on his shins due to wearing cowboys boots, too. Isn’t it interesting that you don’t really realize the impact something makes til it’s gone?
This had me smiling the whole time I read it Janie. 🙂
My hair caught got scorched once when lighting a BBQ! That wasn’t fun at all.
I love this piece! Every time I look in the mirror there are new fine lines and gray hairs. Ugh!
Thanks, Sarah. I like to think that every fine line represents a part of my life.
The hands! I swear my hands look 20 years older than I do! SMH. So unfair.
I had an over-plucking incident that happened in 7th grade and I never fully recovered from it. Well, I suppose you could look at it another way, the hair just started growing out of my upper lip, instead. LOL.
My eyebrow hair seems to be traveling south to my chin. I wasn’t prepared for that migration.
Thank you for making me feel better about all that (…some – can I say some?)
I’m at our summer cottage and yesterday noticed that the light being different here than the light at home was revealing ‘fine’ lines and crinkles I’d never observed before. I’m a sucker for magic lotions these days.
Aging made me thankful for my bushy, unruly eyebrows. They may be a bit thinner, but I still have them. Other things, not so much. 😉 Great piece, Janie.
Yes, me too. I use some eyebrow product sometimes. It’s true though that if you do, you should go easy. I once had my eyebrows tinted and they looked very nice, for three days. They tell us loss is a part of life. Let’s face it, sometimes it’s just no fun. Thanks
Anita
I’m waiting for the bit with the eyebrows. The other shifts have started. I’m tempted to go all grey so I can be on trend…and stop fighting the inevitable.
I never had eyebrows to begin with! LOL
My brows have always been sparse but now they are barely there, along with the missing hair on my legs. Why, I wonder, don’t my neither regions bare on THEIR own and the last remaining underarm hairs just give up? THAT would be helpful.
What, noooo! I barely have eyebrows as it is!
Oh my goodness…I am so sorry! I hear you can have them tattooed on and never think about it again. Good luck with that!
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