When I'm resurrected, one of my top 5 requests for my perfect body is for awesome eyelashes. I obsess over having great eyelashes. Although that is dwindling as I get more pregnant and feel less like dealing with it.
Saturday I decided to try false lashes, not as part of a costume, but as a short-cut to the lashes I spend at least 4 coats of mascara on, and as much time as I spend on the rest of my face combined. The falsies looked pretty good, and were way faster.
8 a.m. church is just too early for me, so I decided I'd wear false lashes as a faster way to get ready. I put on a pair, but it seemed a little long. Well, that is the point, right?? Just to make sure, I went and checked with Bryan to make sure they were church appropriate. He looked at me and said, "You're working the Library, not Van Buren!" I peeled them off and put some mascara on my sparse, natural lashes. And we got to church at 8:30.
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Sweetie, let's do individuals. Mine weren't super thick like we do with the mascara, but they were still pretty dark and long. And curved upwards enought that I looked awake!
I find my life gets easier the less I care about stuff. It's kind of like Nirvana. Except I don't care about that, either.
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