Crazy-Brow

No - that was BROW. Although yes Crazy Cow would be apt for me lately.

Sigh. It's no secret that new mothers are hard up for time for self grooming. Which is all the more frustrating for me given my attempt to be a yummy mummy. So it came as another painful blow today when I looked in the mirror and noticed I had what can only be described as a crazy brow. Overgrowth I expect when plucking time becomes a luxury I can't afford, but this was something else. It has taken on a shape of its own, with a big curve at the edge, akin to an old fashioned circus moustache.

I ran to tell hubby, who is off work this week. I secretly hoped he would look and say "nah you're being silly". Instead I got a laugh and "oh yeah!". I promptly forgot about it until we arrived to pick up our swish new car and were walking into the dealership and I said "oh no the crazy brow". Hubby replies in his of all times to be honest way "yeah, it's really obvious now you point it out".

Where did crazy brow come from? I'm sure it wasn't there yesterday. It's like all my little brow hairs, left to their own devices have been conspiring and plotting for weeks and today is the day their little plan was put into action. I wonder what else my neglected beauty areas have in store for me?