Unruly hair day

Someone complimented my eyebrows once. I thought it was odd, especially for a situation in which a compliment wasn’t called for. It wasn’t like I had just complimented her on something then paused a loaded pause waiting for her to compliment me. It wasn’t like I forced her to search my face for something worthy of compliment only to be told that I had “really great eyebrows.” She came up with it all on her own and totally out of the blue.

For those of you who aren’t intimately familiar with my eyebrows (that would be all of you), let me describe. I have scant eyebrows. They aren’t full and bushy (uh, thank goodness). They are trim and short-ish and mostly blonde. Blonde enough that if I don’t put color on them, they can easily disappear. I don’t pluck them. Don’t need to, they are naturally well kempt. In general, they lay nicely above my eye, quietly looking “great” (as evidenced by the compliment I mentioned earlier). Today though, my left eyebrow has gotten a little rambunctious. I have a few errant hairs that are pointing up toward my hairline rather than following the slow curve toward my ear. I have guided them delicately back into place twice today, but I’m wondering if, even now, they are sneaking back out of line.

My eyebrows aren’t my only renegade hair. I have the Stubbe cowlick. (Thanks Mom.) Mine is less noticeable than the boys’ since I have hair, but it is there nonetheless. The lady who cuts my hair likes to part it to hide my cowlick, but let’s be realistic, I don’t part my hair, it parts itself…and my hair isn’t overly concerned with hiding my cowlick. I think my hair is a little proud of the cowlick. I’ve been growing hair for 25 years, and that little patch enjoys growing in with a kink.

Come to think of it, the rebel eyebrow is directly under the cowlick. Maybe it is hoping to branch off from the eyebrow and join the cowlick. Unruly hair unite!