Nothing funny about feldspar

It’s just the dye the stylist put on my eyebrows to make it match my new hair color.

I’ve never had a “real” cut-and-color before. Just a blue streak for a while, and then later one or two wash-out colorings. You shoulda heard my hairdresser’s sigh when I scratched my eyebrow — “Your finger’s going to be all red, now. Stop it!”

Although, she’s quite conservative, my hairdresser. She diplomatically steered me away from “bright shiny copper” to a sedate auburn “because it goes better with your skin tone.”

I think she was just worried that if it looked too awful I’d tell everyone where I’d had it done.