My grandmother shaved her eyebrows completely off - which was popular in her day. But, they never grew back and the whole time I knew her, she had to draw them in with a shaky hand and a dark brown pencil. It was an odd rounded look. She always looked surprised!

My grandfather, the Marine, had colored tattoos all over his body that swung in broken lines and dragging folds when he got old. My white haired sister‘s latest attempt at permanent eyebrows has given her attention-getting almost black permanent ones.

My GrandGirl had a black bat and black branches tattooed on her leg from knee to ankle.

An old lady at the blind center, where I used to take my father, had strange, bright RED eyebrows from a lip pencil. Nobody had the heart to tell her.

What I’m trying to say is something a doctor told me when I broke my ankle years ago, and doctors were pressing me to operate. He said, “Young lady, whenever you have an operation, you can’t go back in time."

That advice has saved me from lips like doughnuts and a butt like two watermelons!

XO Venus