Three of my close friends have birthdays only a week apart, so naturally every year there is triple-the-fun shindig in their honour.
This year, the three amigos decided to (quite logically) choose the theme of the party to be Mexican.
Naturally, my first thought was this costume-
|Buy one here. Seriously, live my dream and do it.|
So instead I went as Frida Kahlo!
|I appear to have missed a little something during my last plucking session|
The real and magnificent Frida herself-
I love the vibrant colours she used in her self-portraits, and her style. I think its pretty badass too not to pluck your monobrow and 'stache too- why should women feel ashamed of something that is quite normal? What percentage of men actually give a fuck? Definitely not the majority.
That being said, I shall continue to wax and pluck but admire the hell out of people who don't give a fuck.
The night began with pre-drinks at my tiny little flat (single file only, standing room but plenty of booze) drinking simply put, the beverage of The Gods.
Let me share with you this complicated recipe. Don't worry about a pen, I think you'll be able to recall it.
My skills with eye pencil drawing monobrows must be my hidden talent, because all night men were whispering and giggling in my direction. It was quite disconcerting, because I forgot that this little gem was painted upon my face. To be honest most of the time I was thinking, 'GOSH I KNOW IM NOT A PRETTY GIRL, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO FLAT OUT LAUGH IN MY FACE!!!'
Der. They were looking at the giant fuzzy caterpillar perched atop my brow.
It was actually quite the conversation starter, and there was one gentleman (I use this term loosely) who was obsessed with stroking my monobrow even though there was no actual hair there, and offered for me to stay the night at his residence.
I got the impression he wasn't keen on my despite the brow, but BECAUSE of it. Different strokes for different folks, hey?