Shortly before Brother was to turn two, we decided to give him a big party and invite all of our family and close friends from out of town since we hadn’t seen them in a while. We were all so excited as the date approached and I was in a frenzy getting things ready.
The night before the big party, I had all of our guests tucked into their air mattresses and was about to crash for the night. After I took out my contacts and washed my face, I looked into the mirror and realized that I’d forgotten one very important step in the “getting ready for the big party” process.
I looked like Burt from Sesame Street, so thick was my uni-brow.
I was way past the point where tweezing would make a difference unless I wanted to skip sleep and stay up all night plucking. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for something, anything, to help me.
That’s when I saw it.
Big Daddy’s trimmer. Trimmer of what, I’m not exactly sure. I didn’t actually care at the time. I decided that it was just what I needed to go from Burt to Perfectly Arched in time to get a good night’s rest.
I did a quick clean up and went to bed, satisfied that I’d done a good enough job to get me through the weekend.
The next morning, I hummed “Happy Birthday” as I applied my makeup. Picking up my mascara, I carefully applied it to my right eyelashes. Perfect, if I do say so myself. Moving on to the left eye. What the heck is wrong with this mascara brush? Dang it, I think I must have broken it when I dipped it back into the tube just now.
No, wait a second. MY EYELASHES. WHERE ARE MY EYELASHES?
Yes, friends, I accidentally shaved off half of my eyelashes while trimming up my brows before bed the night before. Apparently, the blade on that itty bitty trimmer isn’t as itty bitty as I thought.
I combed my bangs down over that eye and tried to cover up as much as I could with mascara on the nubs I had left. I decided that it would be my secret.
The problem with keeping my own secrets is that I just can’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I tend to over-share. While setting out the food, I thought I caught my friend looking at me a little funny. I was sure she’d noticed so I decided to confess to everyone right then and there. They all got a good laugh and came over to inspect the nubs a little closer.
Turns out my friend was just admiring my new bangs.