I was born without a lot of body hair. I feel lucky; I am one of the few who have gotten away with not having to wax nor shave my legs EVER. On the downside, my eyebrows are thin and my eyelashes short, light and sparse like my eyebrows.
I don’t wear mascara. I found my lashes falling off along with mascara when it was time to clean off.
Upon my sister’s prodding, I decided to try lash extensions. I’ve seen other girls…. Oh, to have those long butterfly eyelashes!
The eyelash extensions came in three different lengths: Long, medium and natural. Because my own eyelashes are short to begin with, I went for the natural length. The whole procedure was long and tedious. Each individual eyelash extension from eyelash supplier had to be glued to my own and I had to keep my eyelids closed the entire time, trying my best not to move them, as any movement caused the just-glued-but-not-quite-set eyelash to become crooked. As far as any pain or discomfort, there was none, except for the smell of the glue, which wasn’t too bad. I was fidgety the whole time and I couldn’t contain my anticipation. After forty five minuets, which seemed more like two hours to me, the eyelash extension procedure was done. I looked in the mirror…OMG. Those are not my eyes! They are too sexy, too tantalizing! (OMG again!) I had to look long and hard in the mirror. I had long eyelash ! Not only that, but I looked like I had eyeliner on, too. My sister and I giggled and giggled like two teenagers. I walked out of that salon quite happily. I didn’t even take a single look at the leaflet that was handed to me, the “How To Care For” instructions of my new deliciously lush prolific eyelashes.
My eyelids felt heavier. Why, of course. I soon discovered that fluttering longer lashes required getting used to. That night, when it was time to clean my face, I also realized two things upon reading my “Eyelash Extension Owner’s Manual”:
Rule #1. Avoid (or at least try to avoid) getting your eyelash extensions wet. Water and friction shortens their life span. (In theory, your eyelash extensions are supposed to last forty days, then maintenance to fix the few lashes that have fallen off.) I did my best to clean around my eyes with makeup remover. I soon realized that this whole business of not getting them wet was very unrealistic. In the end, wet them I did. I could not get around it.
Rule#2. No rubbing your new eyelashes. This one was tougher. I was a perpetual offender. I couldn’t help it. My eyelids itch, I rub. Longer eyelashes, more rubbing.
Oh well, they’re not supposed to last. If they come off, they come off. In all, my eyelash extensions which were supposed to last over five weeks lasted me three weeks. During that time, as the eyelash extensions gradually came unglued, I had sometimes wished that I had taken care of them better. I wished I hadn’t rubbed or gotten them wet so much. But during other times, when they made my eyelids itch, I couldn’t wait for all the eyelash extensions to come off that I pulled and unglued them prematurely.
Would I do it again? Probably not. Although I was happy with my eyelash extensions during the first two weeks, the week or so that followed after that was quite awkward as half of them had already come unglued. I would liken it to growing out a bad haircut. I’m also a fussy person and I could not keep from rubbing my eyes.
This is not to say that I have given up my quest for long sexy eyelashes. I do have my eyes on LATISSE, that prescription eyelash treatment that is supposed to grow them naturally thicker and longer. And then there is TALIKA and another similar product from Peter Thomas Roth that work much like Latisse except that they can be bought without prescription. I don’t give up. Onward with the good fight for BEAUTY!!