I remember walking the local mall and looking up at my best friend's grandma, her own eyes hidden behind smoky lenses nestled in a cloud of jet colored hair. Although I detected a wistful sort of pain in her voice that only comes from experience, my sixth grade heart was yearning for some hideous clothes at a store called 'Modules' (the belt scrunches into a headband! Stretches into a tube top!), and thus easily distracted.
Later, a big move to NYC coupled with a fashion assistant's small paycheck didn't temper my lust for labels--"Modules" just became "Miu Miu". The corner East Village nail salon would not only tap a tiny rhinestone onto my newly varnished nails, but would also strip my eyebrows with the precision and commitment of a car mechanic, leaving skinny lop-sided trails where my full arches had been.
At one point, a famous (and very kind) makeup artist actually dragged her pouf away from the beautiful actress she was primping to invite me to her home. So she could fix my eyebrows. The misalignment and disproportionate elements must have been killing her.
Years later I am letting them grow in. It is a long and slow process. There are products one can paint on to stimulate the hair follicles, but I have an irrational fear I will spill it on the rest of my face--don't give me those stories to tell...
Here's what I've found to fill in the gaps in the meantime--Entirely natural (looking), beautifully chic, arched brows can be made, one way or another.
I am sure my makeup artist friend would approve.
Benefit Brow Zings $30
The waxy dark shade tames strays while the powdery lighter taupe adds a soft fullness