Errant Eyelashes

Eyelashes are the bane of so many women, not men because they either have great ones or it just doesn't matter. Eyelashes can be perfectly shaped and long, but then you get into what is the best mascara because there are issues with allergies, color, accidentally poking the wand in your eye . . .

Then you have eyelashes like mine, which I'm sure I inherited from my Norwegian grandmother, that are short, blond, and straight. So I end up with the same issues as the perfectly eye-coiffed women. I wore false ones back in the day for about 10 years when it was the thing. I was so good at applying them I could do it in the dark, without a mirror, riding in the back seat on a bumpy road, on the way to a party (my sister-in-law was back there with me doing the same thing), and when we stepped out of the car we were HOT! Or so we thought.

A few days ago, while at WalMart, I decided to peruse the eyelash aisle as I have been reading that false eyelashes were back in. I still have the same short, blond, straight ones I had 40 years ago. There were a lot more sizes and shapes to choose from but I made a choice and purchased a pair. They sat there staring at me from the dresser for several days before I got the nerve to open the case.

I have to wear "cheater" glasses to read and obviously to see up close to apply eyelashes. But first, getting the glue on the rim was a considerable challenge. I still had glue on parts of my arm for several days after and it wouldn't wash off. Then I tried to apply them without my glasses, which didn't work, because I needed to see up close. But the glasses also got in my way . . . what to do?

I did get one on finally and did a fine job, I must say. However, when I started applying mascara (which enhances and darkens), I discovered that they had left my lid about midway and traveled toward my eyebrow, glued there I might add. The trash can was their next destiny.