I Had My Eyebrows Threaded

Foreword: I am silly and vain. There's no getting around it. If you're cool with that, read on.

One week from today is the kick off of the Year of Surrender (aka, I Turn 40). In the meantime I have declared these next several days The Pre-Launch Party.

Today I surrendered finally to the will of the The Grooming Goddesses who have been clearly asserting a: that I am ill equipped to manage my own brows, and b: their preference for threading over waxing. This photo was taken sans makeup just hours later; notice the pronounced lack of angry redness.

Peace out.

P.S. Tomorrow I shall try to have something of substance to offer.