Since my last haircut (and I love my last haircut!) I've developed a fierce cowlick. When it's particularly nasty I look like an old female blend of Alfalfa and Dennis the Menace. It makes itself known even when it's behaving - giving me a hint of Woodstock (Snoopy's bird friend). And yes, I did say I love the haircut - go figure!
The cowlick is the least of my mirror problems though. I have an eyebrow issue. Some days my makeup application could get me admitted to an asylum. It's all about the eyebrows - and thinking.
Putting on makeup, as I'm about to head out to do errands, I think:
I'm too needy. I'm going to drive my friends away. I need to stop having negative feelings (yeah, that's an idea - lobotomy anyone?). I've been too needy in the carbohydrate department. I know i've alienated my friends. They will abandon me. I might as well beat them to it. My jeans are too tight.
I finally finish fussing with my hair (which is more admitting defeat than finishing) and begin fussing with makeup. The dreaded eyebrows!
They've given me so much trouble through the years. One New Year's Eve I got so angry that I got even with them. I grabbed two eyeshadow pencils (one blue, one green) and drew enormous zig zag lines for eyebrows - a blue and a green one above each eye - HUGE! And if you can believe this - no one said a word! I'm serious!!
Sometimes things go relatively smoothly. I draw, I stand back, look and think: OK, no asylum today. Usually the deal is that individually they are fine. But you have to take eyebrows together. Even if they are both OK - if they are of two different opinions then they are not OK.
Often one will wind up arched and the other straight - plus one will be 1/4 inch (or more) higher than the other. Slightly-British Daughter has snidely asked several times if I might need a level.
For a while I was thinking that I look perplexed a lot. I wondered what that was about, but no matter how much I thought about it I got no answers. Pissed is my default look/feeling, not perplexed. - so ??
It came down to eyebrows again. If I ran by a mirror and looked, say - to the right - I looked perplexed. But then coming by again (looking to the left) I was fine. Thing was I didn't realize I was looking right, then left. I just knew I was looking in the mirror and half the time thinking I looked perplexed.
I finally realized it was a raised eyebrow issue. Which gets me thinking: between having to deal with the cowlick and the eyebrows - maybe a lobotomy is a good idea!