Growing up I always had such thick eyebrows, I actually sported a unibrow. When I was a very young bride my always elegant MIL took me to her favorite facialist at the Helena Rubinstein Salon. I was mortified as the two woman chatted in Romanian, shaking their heads and pointing to my brows. For the rest of my life I will never forget the image of that steaming spatula of molten wax coming toward my face. But my terror and discomfort were forgotten when the mirror revealed two perfect brows that channeled Liz Taylor.
For the next few decades I pretty much forgot my brows and relied on regular waxing to keep my brows under control. In the past few years I slowly began to notice that I could go longer and longer between waxings. This year a series of before and after photos for a TCA peel showed that my once thick brows were no more. In their place were a pair of pale frizzy brows that didn’t even match.
I realized that I needed expert help. I decided to check out a famous brow stylist who took 40 minutes to shape each brow with just tweezers and brow powder. To give him something to work with I gave up waxing for three months for maximum growth. Unfortunately, I could not get an appointment with the brow expert to the stars, so I went to a salon which had been trained by him.
I was excited but oddly confident when I showed up to the elegant, small but crowded salon. Right in the reception area a good looking man in a black tee shirt was working on a young girl with thick beautiful brows. Even my local Korean nail place took clients to a private room for hair removal, but hey I’m cool, I can handle public tweezing.
When I hopped up on the stool, I had a list of questions and issues to discuss with the man holding a pair of sharp tweezers. But before I could say much, he announced that I had to dye my eyebrows. In truth I wanted to see what he was going to do before I would let him slather my face with a permanent dye. When he realized that dyeing was not an option he went to work– with an audience of customers watching his every move. In less than five minutes he was done– and so were my eyebrows. When I looked in the mirror I could barely see I still had eyebrows. Mr Black Tee had tweezed them into a thin highly arched rounded shape that was a cross between a 1940’s B level actress and a badly placed shot of Botox. Given that I have a round/square shaped face, the last thing I needed was a rounded eyebrow. When I asked about a pencil or powder he sold me a blond pencil for an additional $30.
When I checked out, the receptionist urged me to set up another appointment in a month as well as a package of four appointments to save me $40. I was almot speechless. After another such tweezing, I would have nothing left to pluck. As I left I kept repeating to myself ” At least I have bangs, at least I have bangs”
I was so shocked and miserable about the destruction of my brows, it was a month before I could actually take a picture. The super high arch now seems to have flattened out a bit and there has been some regrowth at the ends. Now four weeks later there is enough regrowth that I don’t cringe when I look in the mirror. To be fair, as we get older our brows become naturally thinner and shorter. At this point I realized that I need to look for tools to increase fullness before I can modify the shape. I will be checking in with different make-up artists to see what they can do with a pencil, powder or gel. If I don’t like it, at least it will wash off.