On the other hand, I still have this...
The first time I saw it was in my mom's bathroom when I was 6. I found it while getting into her makeup bag. (Do you know what happened in the early '80s when little girls got into makeup bags? Let's just say it involved copious amounts of blue eyeshadow.) This lovely artifact used to have a comb on the backside of the brush, but the teeth broke off some years ago.
I say "Awwww." Dave says. "Ew."
I attempted to replace the eyebrow brush about 5 years ago. We had bought a new home, and hey, why not get a new eyebrow brush along with it. SO GLAD I held on to my antique one because the new one broke within a week. Something about not being able to withstand the hefty lusciousness of my brows. I stuck with my oldie but goodie.
"Why didn't you just go out and buy anoth---"
HUSH, BLOG READER!
Are you having trouble getting past the hornets' nest of bacteria I brush across my eyebrows on a daily basis? You might as well know I use the same make-up sponge for months to apply foundation to my skin. I thought nothing of this until a few weeks ago when my friend Amy came to my house to give me a makeover. As soon as I grabbed my trusty makeup sponge, I felt her cringe.
"This is grossing you out, isn't it?"
"Yeah. You're supposed to toss those or wash them after every use."
She refused to commence with the makeover until I supplied her with a new, clean sponge.
Amy knew about my eyebrow brush relic. She also knew I'd been using a disposable eyelash brush from six years ago. And she knew I was using the cheek blush I purchased in middle school. Not the same color I wore then, THE ACTUAL ONE I PURCHASED. I'm sure she marveled at how my skin remained clear and how I hadn't yet lost an eye to infection.
I'm not sure why I have had trouble considering the disposal of the eyebrow brush circa 1979. It reminds me of simpler times. It was my mom's when all I knew was about little girlhood. It symboliz---
Amy pulled out a fancy schmancy eyebrow
It brushes, it combs, it lines! I imagined its streamline design transforming my makeup drawer. I would use it in the morning whilst donning an Audrey Hepburn up-do, a little black sheath dress, and long-satin gloves. My miniature pink poodle would watch me contentedly as her tail wagged in time to chic French lounge music.
I could totally see my daughter treasuring it. And her daughter. And her daughter. This brush would stand the test of time and bless my progeny.
Every good thing must come to an end.
I took a photo of my ancient brush; It will last longer.