Are you there, eyebrows? It's me, Kar.

And no, I can't take credit for that title - it's completely plagiarized from my sis, Nat's, blog post from a couple of years ago.  But hers was entitled, "Are you there, eyelashes?  It's me, Nat."  She's so clever.  Let me 'splain.  No.  There is too much.  Let me sum up.  Nat got lasik surgery, and she wasn't allowed to wear mascara for maybe a few days before and after her surgery?  I can't remember the specifics.  She just had to go without mascara for awhile.

Nat ALWAYS wears mascara.  Always.  Always, always, always.  Since I was 18 and moved out of the house, I've only maybe seen her without mascara on once.  Ever.  She's a "stwawbewwy bwonde," as she used to call it when she was little, so her eyelashes and eyebrows are, naturally, blonde.  And she likes her eyelashes to show up. And I don't blame her.

I'm lucky to be brunette, because I can go without mascara and get away with it.  Well, maybe I'm the only one that thinks I can get away with it.  At any rate, my eyelashes are dark brown, as are my eyebrows. 

Until recently.

My eyebrows are turning blonde.

The reason why, I'm pretty sure, is I started this new face wash that is 10% benzoyl peroxide.  It's not like I scrub my eyebrows with it.  I totally avoid the eye area, as directed.  And even when I rinse the wash off, I try to avoid my hairline and eyebrows.  But it's happening.  Blonde eyebrows on a brunette. Not the prettiest look.

Ben's all, "You can dye your eyebrows, you know.  Just get one of those box dyes at the store."  Um, really???  I don't know how I feel about that.  It makes me nervous.  What if they turn bright orange or something?  I've had weird reactions on my hair with re-dyeing a bad dye job, and believe me, I don't want to go through that on my FACE.

For now, I've been kind of coloring them in with my eyebrow pencil (which I always did anyways, since my eyebrows are thinning as I get older).  I just don't want to look like those old ladies who have no eyebrows and draw them on and look really weird.  Or Joey on that one episode of Friends:

Hahaha!  Rachel, hugging Joey and crying about some darn thing - I don't remember what, and saying, between sobs, "Your eyebrows look really weird..."
On the upside, my skin is la-hoving this face wash.  It's gone through a rough time for the past several months.  Ever since I started taking testosterone (if you're just joining us, I had extremely low testosterone.  I thought this might be why I was really moody after my hysterectomy).  I've stopped taking the T.  Not just because it caused me to have boils all over my face constantly - painful and really disgusting-looking - but also because it gave me what my clever sister Nat calls "'Roid Rage."  I'm just really angry when I'm on it.  When I'm off it, my anti-depressant does its job and I'm generally a happy person.  

Except for right now.  Micah and Gage don't have school today and they are KILLING me. 

I asked my nurse-anesthetist sister, Beads, if going off the T would do something disastrous to me.  "Nope, not really," she said.  So I'm done with that.  It wasn't helping me with my problem with being really tired all the time, it gave me the skin of a 13-year-old, I was constantly at the boiling point, and I was paying money for this.  No thank you.

My skin is doing better and better with this face wash and a medication my dermy gave me.  It feels so good to be boil-free.  I'll just have to take a prayerful "watch and wait" stance about my eyebrows. :)