This one is for all you zombie lovin' toddlers out there.
There's a bit of irony in this. As I was driving the boys to school yesterday, I looked in the rear view mirror to find, to my horror, that my eyebrows had jumped ship. Like the band playing on the Titanic, they had waited till all the other hairs on my body were evacuated before they bailed out. Simultaneously, overnight, they had expired, given up their follicles and thrown themselves down the plug or under the pillow!
They left behind seven grieving stragglers that looked so sad I pulled them out with my fingers at the next set of lights. Really- all or nothing here. I don't like the sparse look. Now I have Voldemort eyebrows.
|from the metapicture.com|
Apparently, if there is a zombie apocalypse, I need only stare straight ahead and moan a bit with a fixed gaze and I'll be fine. So they tell me. They know because they saw it on U-tube.
Really! Just when I thought it was safe to get back in the water, (metaphorically speaking) with one week to go and the hair coming back everywhere else, the eyebrows just thought they'd throw me a curly one.
I won't be drawing them on. It's a bit too 'Priscilla' for me when there's no hair to blend it into. So there will be very large sunglasses worn and a bit more pride swallowed. This clip from Priscilla contains some irony too apart from the obvious song title. It is set in the Outback which is the name of the room I get all my radiotherapy done in. Also ironic because I was born in the Outback in a tiny town called Julia Creek. But I digress.
The Apocolypse Brothers did suggest I buy a false moustache and cut it in half for eyebrows. Perhaps I could just keep it all in one and wear it Frieda Khalo style- to their next school dance...
|by Fabian Ciraolo|