Lashes Are A Girl’s Best Friend

I’ve never been able to keep up a legitimate beauty routine. Inevitably I will decide that sleep/writing/time-with-my-kid is more important and I will toss my grooming plans in to the wind.

Which is why the more overall maintenance I can do to make my DAILY maintenance as close to zero as possible, the better.  And as much as I would have disagreed a few years ago, maintenance is where it’s at. (Sorry, 26-year-old self, you were cute and naive, but wrong, your shit has officially started to droop.)

Enter eyelash extensions. It sounds crazy at first, until you realize how awesome it is. Mascara commercial lashes ALL THE TIME.  When you wake up.  When you get out of the pool. When you are sweating balls from chasing your toddler up a flight of stairs at the Zoo. MASCARA. COMMERCIAL. LASHES.

Look Ma! No Makeup!

Turns out everything I’m sensitive about in the aging department revolves around my eyes, and my new flappers distract me just enough to not worry about those things. My routine is getting shorter, and my step is getting springier. All because of a few fake eyelashes.

Want to try them out yourself?  Lifebooker has incredible deals most likely in your ‘hood.  I snatched up a deal for mine that’ll keep me batting these bad girls through the Holidays. If you’re wondering what to expect, it takes about 40 minutes to complete a set of individual lash extensions, you can swim, sweat, and shower, and it doesn’t hurt, except for a little bit of eyelid soreness from the extra weight on day one. They last 3-6 weeks depending on how oily you are.

If you’re in The Valley I got mine at Skin Body Lounge — Tess is awesome and fast with the lashes, and I’ve been a long time devotee of Esther’s talents with the airbrush tanning. 

Also: Currently on MamaPop? My compilation of the best internet supercuts of all time. It’s like a supercut supercut!

Unrelated, are these the cutest dog collars you’ve ever seen, or what?

Happy Labor Day!

Feed Me Seymour