Is perimenopause sabotaging your eyebrows?
They say you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone, and right now I’m quietly eulogising my fading arches. Despite my Scandi-hued hair now being almost entirely bottle-born, I began life as a bona fide blonde. My brows, pale and perennially sparse, were never the main characters of my face. I’m not unfamiliar with a bit of facial topiary and definitely flirted with a Tweezerman in the 90s, but those Kate Moss pencil lines never suited me, so I avoided the over-plucking trap my boomer mum had warned me about. After more than two decades as a beauty editor, I even dabbled with microblading before it became de rigueur, and survived the Tens era of big, bold brows with the help of a few strategic products. Still, brows were never really my focal point. Until suddenly they were. Cassie’s case of the missing brows Arches gone AWOL On a recent press trip, armed with new reading glasses and confronted by a brutally honest magnifying mirror, I saw my face in full HD. What I …
