I’ve had a trauma. Yesterday my daughter arrived in the kitchen with elaborate pencilled-in eyebrows. They looked awful, like Elvis era Priscilla Presley.
I sent her up to the bathroom to wash it off and she came down with a scarf tied round her head, hippy style. I wrestled it off her to find that where there had been two eyebrows of utter perfection – there were two terrible little commas.
She’d shaved them.
If they grow back at all they’ll never be the same. I’ve get several friends who mullered their eyebrows in their youths and they didn’t grow back, so I’m just praying hers will.
I can’t imagine what was going through her head, as I’ve talked to her about eyebrow plucking and leg shaving since she was really young, hoping I would stop her making either of those mistakes.
If you ever feel self conscious about anything like that, I told her – tell me and I will help you get it sorted professionally. Her legs are fine at the moment, but if they ever do go hairy I’m going to get it lasered off for her.
She claims the eye brow catastrophe was the result of peer pressure. ‘ALL’ the girls at school have plucked, threaded and in some cases, hideously drawn on, eyebrows apparently and they’ve been ‘bullying’ her about hers (which I’m sure just means a few jibes, really).
Oh the hell of peer pressure.
If she’d had a mono brow, or even Cara Delevingne’s I’d understand it, but she had really perfect eyebrows. Just strong and full enough to frame the face.
There was much gnashing of teeth.
If anyone has any tried and tested tips for growing eyebrows back, I would be very grateful.
Today was much better. Three of my very favourite people in the world came down for the day.
I met interiors stylist Hilary Robertson back in the day when I was editing ELLE and she was a contributor to ELLE Decoration. The pic at the top is from her house in Brooklyn. The whole place is that gorgeous.
This is the cover of her most recent book.
After that we didn’t meet again until about ten years later, when we both moved to Hastings and had children of a similar age.
I can still remember very clearly the first time my husband and I went to have dinner with Hils and her husband Alistair McCowan. The house was heaven, the food was amazing and the clinching factor? The music was the sound track from One From the Heart, one of my favourite all time albums, with all the songs by Tom Waits, sung by him and Crystal Gayle.
The lyrics are amazing. ‘I can’t tell, is that a siren or a saxophone?’ If you don’t know it, here’s a taster.
I knew people who had that playing were serious kindred spirits.
That was about ten years ago and we’ve been great friends ever since, with Peggy and their son Gus also great pals and we’ve had many joyous shared holidays and Christmases, the kind of good times you have only with your very best friends.
To my huge distress they moved to New York eight years ago and I miss them furiously all the time – although it’s a very good excuse to go over there and see them. This is another shot of their house.
So it was such a treat that on the last day of their trip back to Blighty to see family at Christmas, they made the effort to come down to the coast to spend a day with us.
We had lunch at our lovely nearest pub The Crown and then went to the Jerwood Gallery to look at the paintings and have coffee looking out over the sea.
It was really a perfect day.
Here’s Hils’ blog http://www.hilaryrobertson.com/MY-HOME/4/
And there’s a film of her in action here.