James shaved his eyebrows...

And I'm not kidding. After two weeks of casually asking me to tweeze them for him ("to maintain them a little") and two weeks of me not finding my tweezers (found them today while cleaning), he took matters into his own hands and used his Gillette 5-blade razor to do some maintenance on his own.

I didn't realize he had done it, until today when I mentioned I found my tweezers and he laid down in my lap to get pruned. I'm leaning over him and as I run my finger along his brow line, I note it's not quite a bushy as it had been before.

Don't get me wrong- he's not the owner of a unibrow, and being blonde any excess hairs he's self-conscious of you really don't see unless up close (like THIS CLOSE). Unless he's been in the sun too long and his skin turns red and his hairs turn white. Then, and only then, do you see those little stray hairs.

I questioned his self-maintenance, he confirmed, and as I start with the tweezers I'm noting there's really not that much I can do. I mean, he took off from the top, sides & bottom of both brows. Anna, you'd understand. ;)
Basically, and this may sound a bit morbid, the only way I can think to describe this newfound look is if you take a caterpiller, chop it in half, and then take the squiggly half and slice it down the middle. That's what he's got- two squiggly halved eyebrows. About an inch and a half long, each. But he seems happy with it.

LOL...men.