I’ll pluck out all of the offending eyebrow hair and then two days later I’ll catch a glimpse of a forest growing in the exact same place. It’s exasperating.
On the other hand, or rather, at the end of my hands are my nails. They grow as slowly as a glacier moves down the valley of a mountain. They are paper thin and break under very little stress.
I have always envied women with long nails. I love to see them painted pretty pinks and reds.
Even a man can have nicer fingernails than I can!
These may be too long but look at that luscious color
I like the stickers that are available
Toes are a completely different subject -- maybe for another day.