Ah!! I practically shaved my eyebrows off the other day! Good golly!!
I have less than 50% strength in my right hand. Fine motor skills are a challenge. Clasping a necklace or bracelet, forget about it. Buttoning up my blouse, forget about it. Plucking wild facial hairs, NOPE, can't forget about that! I even have special tweezers but I often can't pluck a wild hair if my life depended on it. Literally, I'll pretend my life depends on it. Like someone is holding a gun to my head. And still no luck. No luck with the pluck. In my make believe world, I just lost my life over a stray eyebrow hair! Nasty selfish hairs with a mind of their own. Taunting me. Sometimes it seems my eyebrows are trying to grow sideburns. Or what's up with that one eyebrow hair that grows so long I could put it in a pony tail? I use my eyebrow brush and comb it over, hoping it stays in place. That's sad. My eyebrow has a comb over.
So a couple of years ago, scrolling through the TV channels, I came across a shopping network selling this little device that trims eyebrows. Ah! This could be the answer to shaping eyebrows with MS! I purchased it right away. Well, it rarely works. The other morning, I pulled it out and went through the motions, hoping this time it would trim and shape my eyebrows beautifully. Oh this time it worked. It worked far too well and nearly trimmed my eyebrows off! Basically, I have these two short black blobs above each eye. Like Charlie Chaplin's mustache was reincarnated as my eyebrows. Oh Lord! What's a girl to do. I had some eyebrow pencils because my eyebrows tend to be thin (which make the whole comb over thing much worse!). But using an eyebrow pencil when you have little strength in your hand is downright comical. I'll certainly never be one of those ladies making millions on my Youtube instructional makeup videos. In fact, it's quite obvious that I've never even watched one of those videos. Even funnier, my middle age eyes can't see worth a darn, even using a magnified mirror. Imagine this, I'm wearing reading glasses, gazing into a magnified mirror, sketching on my almost nonexistent eyebrows with my limp numb fingers. Sometimes the left hand would come in for backup. Occasionally I will remove my hands and find my eyebrows are in layers, with multiple parallel lines. Really? How did that happen? Erase. Start over. Thankfully my bangs cover my right eyebrow. So I focus on poor exposed lefty.
The whole situation has kept me chuckling for days. Well, the next time you see me, you won't be able to resist looking at the artistry on my face. It's no telling what it will look like! Just don't look too close!
