Eyebrows

As I was considering what to write about, it occurred to me that I've never told the eyebrows story on my blog. "Eyebrow story?" you ask, with raised brows. Yep. Here we go:

It was probably a month into my time on Clove Island. I'd learned some language, but not a lot, and I depended a lot on my neighbors to make sure I was properly dressed as I left the house. This one lady in particular seemed to enjoy checking on my language progress, often proclaiming to a nearby friend, "She doesn't understand AT ALL!" I suppose this was fascinating for her.

Well, one day I was heading out of my neighborhood, to see a teammate on the other side of town, when this particular neighbor stopped me and called me over.

"Woman, come here!"  I came over.

"Closer!" I moved in closer.

And the next thing I knew, she had an eyebrow pencil out and was greasing my face with big, beautiful eyebrows.

She pulled out a hand mirror and gave it to me so I could inspect my new looks. 

Oh, and what color were the donated, penciled-on brows?

BLACK. Perfectly jet black.

I thanked her, then proceeded to walk across town with my perfect black eyebrows. Just another day in community living.