Commodore Nicole's Blog: Eyebrows. There should be two.

Honestly, I'm not sure what's going on with my eyebrows. Way back, a long time ago, I use to have bushy eyebrows. I attempted to brow-scape them for a wedding, and ended up like red, blotchy, numb (used iced cubes), in pain, tears running down my face, red eyes, and crooked eyebrows. Since that day...I don't pluck my own, I do as God intended, I go to the salon. In the years following I'd go pay my $12 for a quick wax and return when the time was right.

Recently I've noticed that my eyebrows -and all other body hair- doesn't act the same way they once did. See my brows...seem a little scarce for a white girl with dark hair don't they. I've not touched them (ok, except for a few stray middle of the road wanderers) since BEFORE getting pregnant with Fiona. I'm getting concerned.


Ok, as for the hair. Looks fabu doesn't it?** Love it. Having had brown hair all my life... Ok, except for those high school years when it was several varying shades of red. And a few years in there during College when it was blue, purple, and pink (not all at the same time)... I've always been fascinated with the idea of having blond hair.

**You would be able to See the example if Blogger hasn't been acting retarded for the past two days.

**Those IT elves finally got off their keisters and fixed the magic.