I have become obsessed with eyebrows; walking the street, at parties, on public transport - the enforced crossed-swords setup of the Jubilee line especially - I'm mesmerised by this modern artform. Bushy, bold, blonde,
barely-there: women perform all manner of above-eye artwear in the perrenial quest for perfection.
Could be me, but when I see someone with straggly hairs at the tail end of her brow, I want to tell her to neaten up. Sister. because neat brows, even with a bare-faced no-makeup look, say groomed, thoughtful, tidy. You know this person has sent their grandmother a birthday card and filed their credit card receipts, and those are values worth communicating to the world.
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