So when, in 2009, I was strolling round Berlin and caught sight of a breathtakingly lustrous pair of brows on a model I soon learnt was Cara Delevingne, I was astounded there could be another way. I immediately pulled my side-swept fringe across my brow to cover up the grow-back. It took six full months of pencilling in the garage MC-style gap that refused to repopulate. And then, one day, I was full of brow once more. Bar the short, ridiculous Scouse Brow phase, this is how I and the rest of Instagram have comfortably remained, microblading and tufting until the pandemic’s lack of self-care tipped us into castaway territory. It’s only natural that the pendulum swings once more.