I'm coming out.
Out of the eyelash closet.
Oh gosh here it goes. Deep breath. And go.
Ihavebeenasecret fake-eyelash-erforoverayear. That's right. They're fake fake fake fake fake.
I have been hiding my eyelash addictions. Oh, I told a few people here and there, but only if they asked me directly, and only if I felt they would see right through me if I lied. If at all possible, I hid stealthily behind those beautiful, thick lashes and didn't tell a soul.
Until today.
Inspired by a post by Nat the Fat Rat, I decided it is once and for all time to own my eyelash addiction.
I am an eyelash addict.
There you have it, folks.
Today I got my eyelashes re-done, meaning they are looking extra luscious. The day that I get my eyelashes done is like the day that my body and soul is rejuvenated. "Get eyelashes done, what you talking about crazy girl?" I can hear you saying from here. Oh, my addiction isn't just about slapping a falsie eyelash strip on to my eyelid and calling it good. No, my addiction goes much deeper than that. I am addicted to... extensions.
EYELASH VOCABULARY, FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE TOTALLY LOST:
Falsies: A strip of eyelashes glued onto your eyelid. They must be applied and reapplied every day.
Extensions: Individual fake eyelashes glued one by one to your real eyelashes, at the base, so that they really appear to be your real eyelashes. These last 3-4 weeks.
Mmmkay, we all caught up now? Everyone clear? Good.
I blame the lash addiction on my wedding, really. I had wanted eyelash extensions my whole life, and so naturally my wedding day was the one day I could really justify such a splurge.
Let's just say I've been a splurging ever since. Every four weeks. A new set of drop dead gorgeous eyelashes.
Hey, you'd be addicted too if it meant no make up and feeling great all day. When I wake up, when I play volleyball, when I get out of the shower, when I am stressed all day, these lashes stay firmly and beautifully in place. And afterall, who can put a price on feeling gorgeous ALL THE TIME?
That's what I thought.
(P.S. The girl that does my lashes is ridiculously inexpensive and super nice. Let me know if you want to try her out, I know she'll hook you up big time. Just don't blame me a year later when you discover you've got an unbreakable lash addiction.)
Out of the eyelash closet.
Oh gosh here it goes. Deep breath. And go.
Ihavebeenasecret fake-eyelash-erforoverayear. That's right. They're fake fake fake fake fake.
I have been hiding my eyelash addictions. Oh, I told a few people here and there, but only if they asked me directly, and only if I felt they would see right through me if I lied. If at all possible, I hid stealthily behind those beautiful, thick lashes and didn't tell a soul.
Until today.
Inspired by a post by Nat the Fat Rat, I decided it is once and for all time to own my eyelash addiction.
I am an eyelash addict.
There you have it, folks.
Today I got my eyelashes re-done, meaning they are looking extra luscious. The day that I get my eyelashes done is like the day that my body and soul is rejuvenated. "Get eyelashes done, what you talking about crazy girl?" I can hear you saying from here. Oh, my addiction isn't just about slapping a falsie eyelash strip on to my eyelid and calling it good. No, my addiction goes much deeper than that. I am addicted to... extensions.
EYELASH VOCABULARY, FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE TOTALLY LOST:
Falsies: A strip of eyelashes glued onto your eyelid. They must be applied and reapplied every day.
Extensions: Individual fake eyelashes glued one by one to your real eyelashes, at the base, so that they really appear to be your real eyelashes. These last 3-4 weeks.
Mmmkay, we all caught up now? Everyone clear? Good.
I blame the lash addiction on my wedding, really. I had wanted eyelash extensions my whole life, and so naturally my wedding day was the one day I could really justify such a splurge.
Let's just say I've been a splurging ever since. Every four weeks. A new set of drop dead gorgeous eyelashes.
Hey, you'd be addicted too if it meant no make up and feeling great all day. When I wake up, when I play volleyball, when I get out of the shower, when I am stressed all day, these lashes stay firmly and beautifully in place. And afterall, who can put a price on feeling gorgeous ALL THE TIME?
That's what I thought.
(P.S. The girl that does my lashes is ridiculously inexpensive and super nice. Let me know if you want to try her out, I know she'll hook you up big time. Just don't blame me a year later when you discover you've got an unbreakable lash addiction.)
