The week before last, I got bit by something – a mosquito, or a spider perhaps – on the left eyebrow.

Naturally I had to pick at it. The fact that I did it unconsciously because it itched doesn’t reduce the outcome one bit. First I scratched it, then I scratched off the scab and the one after that. The skin’s all healed up now (despite my best efforts), but there’s a problem.

I have a little bald spot in the middle of my left eyebrow!

It looked stupid. I decided it had been awhile since I’d last plucked my eyebrows, and I thought a little shaping would reduce the obviousness of the hole. Yes, yes – cleaning up the whole shebang will fix this little problem admirably!

Monday I took my great grandmother’s silver hand mirror and my best pair of tweezers, and sat at the picnic table in broad daylight to pluck my eyebrows.

Fabulous! Perfect. Shaped and thinned and just plain lovely. All a pair of eyebrows should be!

Yesterday I looked at my reflection in LISCO’s not-so-brightly-lit bathroom, and it’s as if half my left eyebrow is gone! Argh! The fine hairs I can see up close are too thin to be seen from a distance! I’ve been walking around in public all day with half an eyebrow missing!

This morning I used a bit of eyebrow pencil, just enough to fill it in. It looks normal enough. But still! I can hardly wait until these baby hairs grow in properly.

That’ll teach me to leave well enough alone, won’t it! Our mothers were right: don’t pick at it!
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