Growing up, I was a total tomboy. I couldn’t tell you exactly when I became girly, but I suspect it was around prom…because the dresses were pretty.
For a girl, I’m pretty low maintenance. I usually wear eye makeup, but I only use foundation on special occasions. Makeup takes time, and
I have no patience. Plus, I never really figured out how to use blush correctly.
When I first heard about eyelash extensions, I thought:
Perfect! Now I won’t have to use mascara. Woo-hoo for 3.14 extra minutes of sleep! Sweet!
Extensions normally cost between $150-200. So I cheaped out, and let my nail salon do them for $60. They fell off the next day.
When I saw that a real salon had an eyelash extension special for $50, I tried one more time.
The picture was taken 2 weeks after my appointment…which means some fell out. You can imagine how awesome they looked when I first got them.
Apparently, I have more eyelashes than the average person, so it took almost 3 hours to put on a full set of lashes (because they put them on one-by-one).
As the technician handed me a mirror, she said, “They’ll be even more dramatic if you put mascara on!”
I could see
spiders my lashes in the mirror across the room. No mascara needed.
Now I’m used to them, and I love them. But when I first saw them, I was shocked into girly overload…hence this text conversation:
Me: OMG…These eyelashes make me look like a hooker!
Friend: And you’re worth every penny.
Kudos to the person who guesses what movie the post title is from.