the eyebrow tribute

I had a lot of dates but I decided to stay home and dye my eyebrows.

-Andy Warhol

So it's that stage in the game where my eyebrows are becoming a mere shadow of what they once were. And my eyelashes. I'm beginning to feel like a freaky, adult size new-born....or something out of "Alien 5". One thing I find interesting is that you really don't think about your eyebrows too much in life until you start to lose them.

Having said that it suddenly occurs to me that I do know a lot of women who have spent many a painful hour plucking/waxing/fine-tuning their eyebrows. I was never one of these...and thankfully my eyebrows were never very unruly to begin with. All that to say that I haven't really given my eyebrows or eyelashes a whole lot of thought. Until now.

I find myself having some panicked moments imagining that my eyebrows won't ever grow back. This scares the living shit out of me. I'm too young to have to "pencil in" my eyebrows for the rest of my life! Seriously! It's bad enough I have a gigantic multi tiered pill box to deal with. This whole lack-of-eyebrow-hair thing is really too much for a 35 year old to take. I find myself glancing at random men sporting very Groucho Marx-esque eyebrows, beautiful and randomly sticking out and thick, and actually feeling jealous!

OK - things could be worse. Way worse. In fact, right now things are pretty dang fabulous. I am actually cancer free right now and feeling elated about it. It's strange though to still have to go through all of these small (and bizarre) annoyances.

Anyway here is my official good-bye (for now) to the eyebrows.

I'll never take you for granted again.

When your back I'll even take you to the spa and take good care of you.

Promise.