I like to think my brow game is strong. Every morning I meticulously pencil in hairs until I look like Brooke Shields. But today, it got even stronger thanks to Lady Gaga and my inability to say no to a challenge.
For the past month her brows have been her biggest accessory. She's sported everything from Rodarte inspired punk brows to 90s thin strips of glitter and it works.
Question is, can mere mortals like myself pull it off?
My first test is getting to work. As I step onto the train everyone diverts their attention to the floor. Weirdly, it still feels like everyone is looking at me.
I catch a few eyes darting across the carriage and become extremely aware that I look like an extra from Star Wars.
My walk to work isn't so awkward. Soho is more forgiving than Belsize Park and after a while I even forget I have diamentes lash-glued to my forehead. That is until a guy almost trips over himself doing a double take at my face.
I'm not allowed to change my daily routine on this challenge, so I head to Mozzino's for my morning coffee. Thirteen people stop their conversations and look at me. I think maybe my skirt is caught in my pants. Surely a few diamantes across my brow can't warrant this much attention? Then I see the startled look on the guy serving me. Maybe they can.
In total, three people come up and ask me why I've bejewelled my brows while I wait for my almond latte. One guy feels so familiar he even asks me if this is the equivalent of 'getting a vejazzle on my face?' It seems this look defies all protocol between strangers.
With my coffee in hand, I walk into work like nothing is offbeat. On the outside I'm all like...
But on the inside I'm like...
Luckily, my colleagues are all about lifting women up, so I'm met with comments like 'Woah! Brows! Amazing!' and 'Perfect arches Lukaitis'.
Personally, I can't take myself seriously and burst into laughter whenever I catch someone's eye. Note to self, must cancel all serious meetings.
As the day goes on, the novelty wears off and no-one really notices it in the office anymore. The only time I'm reminded about my 'browdazzle' is when I buy a diet coke in the afternoon and hear a little girl tell her mum 'I like her pretty sparkles'.
So maybe,just maybe, I'll keep them on for a little while longer...
