March 5, 2009
I sit in my office, at the east-facing window, tweezers in one hand and a mirror in the other. The perfect light for some overdue eyebrow maintenance. Bright, natural light. Forgiving, it isn’t. (And talk about hairs apparent.) After a few busy and painful moments, I finish. And then. As I lean back from the […]
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March 5, 2009
I sit in my office, at the east-facing window, tweezers in one hand and a mirror in the other. The perfect light for some overdue eyebrow maintenance. Bright, natural light. Forgiving, it isn’t. (And talk about hairs apparent.) After a few busy and painful moments, I finish. And then. As I lean back from the mirror, […]
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