Look ma! No pencil!

When I was 12, my Mom handed me an eyebrow pencil and taught me how to use it. When I was 15, she bought me a bottle of henna, so I could make my eyebrows look like this.
Now, I'm all grown up. I sat for tattoos yesterday, Jeannine providing comic moral support.


When I was done, my brows were dark chocolate in color. By next week, they will be milk chocolate. For now, they are bleeding a bit as I wipe them down before applying Neosporin, 5 times a day. Next week, eyeliner and fill in any uneven coloring in the brows.
My mom, the original white-haired, browless wonder, would be brought. So would Lady Helena, who first colored my mom's eyebrows with henna when she was 14....without her parents' permission.

A case of tattoo-itis

So, I'm thinking of getting a tattoo. It came to me yesterday when I stopped at Brisas Grill and saw Steve Maddox leaving the tattoo shop in the adjacent area.
Now, don't panic, family. It's the eyebrows. It's the first time I noticed they do eyebrows there. Some beauty shops claim to and frankly I'd be scared.
But the tattoo shop just outside Brisa's Grill does impeccable work. So, I'm considering the alternative to eyebrow pencils and dyes. I had dying my eyebrows. There are very light blonde but full, so they need plucked afterward.
Well, it's just a thought that came to me after tuna sashimi as I was finishing a cabernet blanco! Call me impulsive. Not. This is something to really think about!