Monday Musings on Muppet Brows and Midlife Adjustments

The idea is to stir up a bit of controlled chaos, irritate the area just enough to get rid of the precancerous cells. She told me to expect a visible reaction around days seven to ten. Well, it’s day six and so far… nothing much . Not a flake, not a flare, not even a respectable blotch.

Anyway, I’m trying to be patient, drink water, and not Google things I’ll regret. If this does eventually turn into a full facial fireworks show, I’ll be the one wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a polite smile at the grocery store, hoping no one asks if I’ve taken up boxing.

Bowen Therapy

At Pilates last week, a woman on the Reformer next to me mentioned she was doing Bowen therapy to help with stiffness and alignment. I hadn’t heard of it, but apparently it involves light, rolling movements across the fascia. The idea is that these tiny nudges tell your nervous system to settle down and realign things. No pressure or twisting and no dramatic stretches. The practitioner even leaves the room for a few minutes between moves to let your body “process.”

It’s all very subtle, and the therapist told me not to expect to feel any change for four days. Well, it’s day seven and there’s nothing to report.

To be fair, it wasn’t unpleasant. I lay still in a quiet room for 45 minutes while someone gently touched my back. My Oura ring actually thought I took a nap. I have another session today, so I’ll give it one more try before I decide if it’s therapy or just an oddly soothing pause in my week. Have any of you tried Bowen therapy?

Bone Density

Last week, I had my bone density test and my husband had his Reclast infusion, which felt like a very adult double-header. I’ve known for a while that I need to add more weight-bearing exercise into my routine, but knowing and doing are not the same thing.

I walk, I stretch, I go to Pilates, but I also spend a lot of time sitting…writing, reading, knitting, and thinking about exercising. So I’ve finally decided to hire a personal trainer. Not for anything dramatic. I just want someone to show me what to do, make sure I’m doing it correctly, and help keep me accountable. Left to my own devices, I’ll find a dozen “important” things to do before lifting a dumbbell. Laundry suddenly feels urgent when weights are calling.

This feels like a realistic next step and just one more way to take care of the body I’ve got and keep it strong enough to do the things I care about.

Giving Up The Dream

Sometimes giving up brings an unexpected win.

About ten years ago, I saw a woman wearing the most beautiful sunglasses. I asked her the brand, found them online, and ordered them right away. At the time, I was determined to make contact lenses work—mostly so I could wear stylish sunglasses like these without having to squint through prescription lenses.

But my dry eyes had other plans. The contacts became painful and eventually impossible to wear. When I finally gave up on them, I tucked the sunglasses into a drawer and forgot all about them.

A few months ago, I rediscovered them while searching for something else. I had my prescription put in, and now I wear them all the time. Letting go of contacts felt like a loss at first, but finding those sunglasses again made it feel like something had quietly come full circle.

Style Shift

Lately, I’ve noticed my style shifting again. Not in a dramatic, throw-everything-out kind of way…just a quiet pull toward shapes that feel more modern and sculptural. Clean lines, unusual proportions, and the kind of details that make you stop and take a second look.

I’ve worn classic pieces for years. They’re reliable, and I still reach for them. But lately I’ve been craving a little more personality. Perhaps something that feels creative or artistic, yet still wearable.

Some of my old standbys are starting to feel a little too predictable. A few newer finds have me thinking, “Well, that’s interesting… do I dare?” And usually, I do. Because honestly, if not now, when?

I’m not turning eccentric, but I’m open to flirting with it. Just enough to keep things interesting. You will see it here first :).

Brow Woes

And while we’re on the subject of things that used to work…my eyebrows have entered a whole new, depressing chapter.

Every pencil and powder I’ve used for years is suddenly too dark, too warm, or way too harsh. What used to give me soft, natural definition now leaves me looking like a cross between Groucho Marx and a Muppet with something to say.

The problem isn’t the makeup. It’s the brows themselves. They’re fading to white, not gray, and thinning out faster than I can adjust. The same products that once blended in quietly now look like I used a black Sharpie to draw them on.

Since GrandeBrow used to work like a charm, I’m starting to wonder if my thyroid is the issue, because if that’s off, no serum is going to help. I’ve decided to switch to RevitaBrow anyway, just in case there are still a few willing follicles left to encourage.

That’s the theme this week: subtle changes in skin, brows, fascia, and style. Nothing dramatic, just a quiet reminder that what used to work doesn’t always keep working. It’s not a crisis. It’s just midlife doing its thing.

Are you noticing any shifts lately, too?