I am a girlie girl–we all know that by now. I like make-up, pretty things, dresses, stilettos and glamour. In the category of make-up, occasionally I whip out the falsies. Eyelashes that is. Last night was one of those special nights, and the fake ones made an appearance. But it wasn’t easy, and I realized that I am way out of practice.
Growing up as a ballet dancer, I learned how to apply “my face” at a young age. As a result, I started wearing make-up at about 12 years old. Very young I know, but as a girl in the theatre, it was second nature. I used to be a pro at the lashes. These are not easy, but with practice, I believe anyone can master the skill. Something has happened the past few times however. I have lost my touch. It seems the first one doesn’t get placed properly, and it has entirely too much adhesive. After struggling for 20-30 minutes, the second one goes on much smoother.
Last night I almost missed the party because of my damn eyelashes. I fought with the first one for nearly 40 minutes. My eyelids were glued shut. My cornea was turning bright red. The harder I tried, the less success I had. What frustration. Eventually, I decided I would stick them as best as I could, and rely on Heather to finish gluing. The only problem is this is not at all possible in a New York taxi. Thus I would need to enter an event with hundreds of people, and wear flapping eyelashes. Luckily, it wasn’t a windy night.
We arrived and picked up cocktails. It’s no surprise, but after several sips of a martini, a few loose hairs didn’t seem like such a big deal.
We made our way to the restroom, and as always Heather saved the day. The uncooperative eyelashes were adhering, and managed “to stick” around until they were peeled off hours later.
|Lashes “sticking” around thanks to gal pal, Heather!|