Life is full of good intentions, like documenting your second pregnancy like you did with your first (still on my to-do list) and putting away your laundry right after you fold it. But alas, things get in the way, like wiping your toddler’s nose or binge-watching Brothers and Sisters on Hulu.

And then something happens, and you’re like the world needs to know. 

I can’t remember if I’ve shared with you the eternal struggle I’ve had with my eyebrows. I just have never really committed to them. I never tweeze them, much to my mother’s chagrin, and when I decide to actually take care of them and get them waxed, I go somewhere like Walmart where sometimes they are way too thin, and other times half of my brow gets waxed off (true story).

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been thinking that I’ve got to get my brows waxed. So, the other day, I had the babysitter keep Daniel for an extra hour so I could get them taken care of. Instead of going to Walmart or some cheap salon, I decided to commit to my eyebrows. Really commit.

I went to Ulta Beauty, went in and was like, “Alright! TEACH ME YOUR WAYS.” And I met this wonderful woman named Leah who plunked me down right there in the front of the store and was like, “Let’s see what we’re working with here.”

I explained to Leah that I wanted her to shape my brows, show me how to fill them in, if needed (very needed according to Leah, as you will see below), and you know, just help a sister out.

You guys. This little escapade took FIFTY MINUTES. I am not a hairy person. I mean, when I’m pregnant I get these annoying chin hairs that I have to tweeze out, and I get my upper lip waxed (TMI? NEVER.), but IN GENERAL I am not a hairy person.

After she took off my makeup, Leah took a very close look at me and said, “You know, you should get your eyebrows tinted.” AKA dyed. I should get my eyebrows dyed. This is a thing, for all who didn’t know. She was the second eyebrow professional (the first was at a mediocre salon so I’m not sure I trusted that woman) who told me that I should consider tinting my brows.

Being new to the whole hair dying scheme in general (I started getting highlights 6 months after I had Daniel because my hair started getting dark – 😩 boohoo, I know), I was like “Huh. Well. WHY THE HELL NOT.” I mean, here I was in a beauty store that I had never before set foot in; I was COMMITTING TO MY FACE.

So. On a complete whim, I sat in this chair putting the complete faith of my face into the hands of a woman whom I had just met. This would classify me as a risk-taker, right?? It sure as hell should, if it doesn’t.

YOU’RE WELCOME IN ADVANCE for thinking ahead to take before, during AND AFTER pictures of this whole experience.

Guys, I kept laughing like, the whole time, and saying, “I just can’t believe that I’m doing this.” and making poor Leah pause so I could look at myself in the handheld mirror, and then pause again so I could take a picture of myself, or have her take a picture of me.

Before I show you all of these pictures, this was my reaction when I saw the final product:

“WOW. Those are DARK!!!!!”

And now, for your viewing pleasure…

And then, she started to fill my eyebrows in. And fill and fill and fill and fill. And I said, “Wow, there is a lot of filling going on. Is all of this filling the goal of what we hope my eyebrows grow in as? Or, is this like, going to be daily maintenance?”

Leah replied, “Both!” Uhhhh, ok.

And then she was done. And I was like WHOA. EYEBROWS.

As I’m typing this post, I am laughing really, really hard.

Right when I got into the car, I called Adrianna and I was like OMG YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT I DID. So I described the whole thing to her, laughing hysterically, and I also kept getting surprised/scared every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror.

Then I picked up Daniel. He didn’t notice. I am making him an eye appointment ASAP because SERIOUSLY HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE, DANIEL?!

Then I called Jenna and recounted the whole thing, promising pictures.

Then I called my friend Sam, who I also work with, and I was like “I know we just spent the afternoon together, but I had to call and tell you this because it is TOO GOOD to wait until tomorrow.” At this point the whole thing was so comical that I could hardly speak because I was laughing so hard. Sam said, “I’m picturing those babies with Sharpie eyebrows drawn on.”

Me: “SAM THAT IS HOW I LOOK.”

(Picture for reference.)

And then Sam FaceTimed me and DIED LAUGHING. You guys, I was laughing SO HARD at this point that I had tears streaming down my face and Daniel kept saying, “Mama, what the matter?? What’s the matter, Mama?” Sweet boy. Sam also was like, “I want you to know that I’ve never thought this about you before, but those eyebrows make you look like a hairy person.” I AGREE.

Then I tried FaceTiming Kim, who didn’t answer and KIM I BET YOU’RE REGRETTING NOT ANSWERING NOW, AREN’T YOU?!

Then I FaceTimed my mom and was pleasantly surprised when Kathleen and Rachel were both there to witness the brows.

Then I FaceTimed Taylor, who has the same eyebrow struggles that I do, and we realized that I have the same eyebrows as her dark-brown haired fiancé. The difference is that his eyebrows look good and natural on him.

Then I texted Lindsay and was like, “I know you’re a busy woman, but if you can FaceTime me right now you won’t regret it.” I kept the camera pointed at the ceiling until the big reveal, because I wanted people to hear me out before they were too distracted by my eyebrows to listen to my story.

Then I FaceTimed Brenda and she was like, “I can’t stop staring at you, and I never really realized how important eyebrows were on someone’s face.”

And then, I FaceTimed Pete. He said two important things.

1. “Sar, I can’t even look at you with your eyebrows like that.” (I’m choosing to interpret this as meaning, “Love of my life, you are beautiful just the way God made you.”) I replied to Pete, “Pete, this is what SOCIETY SAYS I SHOULD LOOK LIKE.” Ha!
2. “Sar, I just don’t know why you would DO something like this.” To which I responded, “For Christ’s sake, Pete, if I had KNOWN I would end up like this I WOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN IT DONE.”

Also, when I was on the phone with everyone I was like “Maybe it will be better with my hair down?” (It wasn’t.)

The woman who did my brows DID tell me that the tint would fade after a few face washes. So Thursday night I washed my face/scrubbed my brows, Friday morning I washed my face/scrubbed my brows AND exfoliated my face/brows. Now we are to Saturday and I actually did my hair and makeup and I can HONESTLY say (Why did I emphasize that? Like I’m not being honest enough already.) that I am digging the tint. Because HI I HAVE EYEBROWS NOW.

So that’s how my life has been going, how about you?

PS: I actually made a follow-up appointment with the same woman, because I do like how she waxed my brows, but I am going to tell her “You know, my husband just thought they were way too dark when they were filled in.” Not ashamed of blaming Pete completely.