Permanent Make Up
A magical voyage to new eyebrows
Several decades ago, when my DNA was learning its craft, some genetic strand forgot to include a luxurious head of hair and matching eyebrows. I guess you cannot be a genius in everything.
So yesterday, I had the pleasure of getting just the right eyebrow tattooed on by a make-up artist, Ingrid Lugo. Using a new technique, PHIBROWS, she tattooed on very small brushstrokes. Her concentration was intense. I felt as if I was getting Leonardo Da Vinci to redesign my face.
I have noted many women with eyebrows faded to purple or even green. That was a casualty of the old method. Ingrid explained to me and my partner in crime, Mary Lou Harris, that green and purple, and in one case, hot pink brows surfaced due to the large size of the molecule. Black fades first. This new method is more precise, but with any method, the most important element is the space between the specialist’s ears: The Brain.
She studied my face and eyes as if they were the Sistine Chapel. I have a light complexion, and Ingrid is intensely aware that what she is doing is permanent. “I know that what I am doing is permanent and that is a huge responsibility. I don’t want you to go to Walgreen’s at 8 am and have people see a just a huge eyebrow walking in.”
Several times she had me stand up and stroll over to the mirror. Her mission was to have her work fit my face, eyes, and body. She got my reaction and Mary Lou’s. I sensed that had she chosen nursing school, she would have excelled. Every time she did anything, she explained what she was doing, and what sensation I would feel. This is typical of Nursing 101.
Some of our mothers told us, eons ago, that “Beauty Hurts.” In decades past, they may have been alluding to tweezing eyebrows and wearing rollers to bed.
I must say that absolutely nothing hurt with my new brows. First, she applied a topical anesthetic, and let it sit for thirty minutes. Usually, she lets it soak in for forty-five minutes, but I told her that after squeezing out 10-pound babies, I was not all that impressed with the concept of pain.
She first penciled in my brows the way that she thought would enhance my features. Long ago, I was told to never let anyone do stark makeup on me. Although I am taller than most, my features are delicate. Ingrid was in tune with my face and my persona.
Any sensation that I felt or heard was minimal. Ingrid explained that some ladies were bothered by the tiny noise. If you opt for a better eyebrow, you will not hear anything as discordant as an MRI.
Even if your DNA strands perform a graceful waltz and provide a full head of hair and eyebrows, after menopause, this DNA gift may fade. Now it is within the realm of beauty and science to reverse that. It does not hurt at all, but it is the beauty that works, and most important to all of us, saves time.