Eyebrows

Saturday night my hubs and I went out to dinner with some friends. As I settled into my seat, my friend complimented me on my eyebrows. "Your eyebrows look really great!" she says. "Really??" I replied. No one has ever complimented me on my eyebrows before. By way of background, I have a hate-tolerate relationship with my eyebrows. When I was five or so, I fell down my parents basement stairs and totally scrapped off my left eyebrow. It grew back, and I have a scar, but its not quite right. In the arch of both, I have weird bent hairs, no matter how many times I trim them back, they always grow back bent and funky. And I hate that they are really dark when my hair is not that dark. See, I have serious eyebrow issues.
It doesn't help that nearly every issue of Glamour tells me how IMPORTANT eyebrows are in framing the face. The shape is important, the arch is important, etc. I have a bad habit of plucking them kinda lean - just last week I went a bit overboard on the plucking, and my husband kindly suggested that we leave eyebrow shaping to the professionals. Yikes. It must be bad. He then goes on to say that they look better when I fill them in (how awesome is my husband - he has opinions about filling in eyebrows!!), so that is what I've been doing, every day. Filling in my blasted, over plucked eyebrows. Which is why the comment about how they looked over dinner caused me such JOY. I need a new makeup obsession, and I need to leave the shaping to the professionals, I guess.