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Trimming your own eyebrows? Don't overdo it!

I waited too long to get a haircut, and when I finally got it cut, I forgot to ask them to trim my eyebrows.

Then I forgot to trim my eyebrows. Really, I didn't forget, but I didn't have a comb at home to facilitate the trimming. I went to the nearby dollar store and picked up a comb for $1, and headed home to give myself some over-the-eye grooming.

I used the skinny side of the comb, put it right up against the skin, and used my beard trimmer to cut it nice and close.

Too close.

Yeah, I kind of overdid it. Not only that -- Amanda says the cut wasn't exactly even.

So, advice to any man considering trimming his own eyebrows (and I say man, because most women know better already):
  • Get a professional to do it,
  • Get your wife to do it,
  • Get your cat to help,
  • Use the THICK side of the comb
  • Be careful
  • Don't go too short
  • Don't try
That is all. They're growing back now. I think I look quite fetching, actually.

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  1. You get your eyebrows trimmed?? What happens if you don't? Do you end up looking like this guy? -> http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVoB0GPpju0/Te-8uUtFhYI/AAAAAAAAEVg/0_1EUAqUVks/s400/bushy_eyebrows.gif

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  2. poor Scott! a mirror and scissors would be a good addition to your advice list.

    may your brows grow back quickly and with great vigour (so that you can perfect your brow maintenance technique):)

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