We all like to look good, right? I feel like I don’t have a lot to work with but I try and make the best of what I’ve got.
I’m ginger. There, I said it. The consequence of this genetic mutation means that I have pretty much got no eyebrows. You just can’t see them because they’re so light. Over the years, I have tried all sorts of methods of colouring my eyebrows. I started off with a pencil which was a big mistake because it literally just looked like a three year old had played a prank on me in my sleep. I then tried actual eyebrow make up which was ok but I could never seem to find the right shade. Then my friend told me about a dye kit she got from Boots that was good so I thought I’d give it a try. It actually works really well, most of the time…
My friend came over and I did her eyebrows for her and it didn’t quite turn out as planned. She’s very forgiving (after the dead arm) luckily for me. You do need to be careful that you don’t leave it on too long as it can totally dye your skin. Lesson learnt.
I just treated myself to the new Gimme Brow thing from Benefit with some birthday money. It’s the best thing ever. It contains microfibers that adhere to your existing hair and just make your eyebrows look so much thicker. I would highly recommend it and I can’t imagine using anything else now.
My quest for eyebrow perfection also includes having my eyebrows neat and tidy. I started having them threaded about nine years ago and I’ve never looked back. I like the shape I get from threading and think it’s much more precise than waxing.
I usually have my eyebrows done once a month or so. There is a little pop up place at the local high street so I just turn up and six quid and five minutes later, it’s all done. I sit back on the chair and ask for eyebrow threading (they do lots of other treatments too). Usually, they just crack on and do a great job. The last few times I’ve been, however, they’ve offered me another treatment at the same time. ‘Upper lip as well?’ They ask, looking at me as if to say ‘you really should you know.’ The first time this happened, I was mortally offended. I looked at the woman in disbelief and abruptly said no thanks. It’s been so consistent though that I’ve started to get a real complex and come away feeling much worse than I did when I arrived!
The last time I went, they asked me again and this time I said yes! I thought, you know what, just do it and get it out of your system, my friend. So she threaded my eyebrows and waxed my upper lip. Agony. I’m VERY fair skinned so I looked like I had really bad sunburn above my lip, and it lasted ages.
Once it had worn off though, I was actually really happy with the results! Smooth and silky, lush. From now on, I’m waxing my upper lip. Why didn’t I just say yes the first time?!
Why do we even put ourselves through all of this? I wish I was one of those naturally beautiful people with no need for make up but I’m not. I need a bit of help and that’s just how it is so I may as well embrace it!
I’d love to hear your beauty tips…and disasters!