This is me…pat!

It has slowed down, I got time to tell ya’ll…

It all started at a dinner party, I recently sat next to a beautiful friend with great lashes. I struggled to find out who did her lashes. I wasn’t successful. I needed to do my own search.

I go to the mall to buy a single item. As per usual, I went into my usual browsing trance, checking out too many stores.

I ended up standing in front of a salon for eyebrows and lashes. I was drawn inside because, well you know, I have thin lashes. And now my “natural look attitude” faded like falling asleep during a blockbuster movie. I briefly believed that the no lashes look helped make a statement about embracing my natural self (Ha!).

The first thought that went thru my mind was all the hilarious three inch lashes weighing down on some (especially) black women. On a trip to Detroit, I once saw a dental receptionist with extremely, very long, thick lashes, that passed her nose.  She topped it off with many large gold metallic stars on the ends. Me, Mama and sisters were in such disbelief we were in heavy tears, silently cramping from laughing.

Standing in the entrance at the salon, my stress level went up a few notches, as I didn’t want to be disappointed with my cheap, sudden, debut $66 dollar salon visit.

And goody for me for learning how to wear fake lashes for 2 months instead of the normal 2 weeks by sleeping nightly in strategic positions. I’m more drowsy during the day, but it’s kind of worth it, (the saying goes)

If you’re still awake, I’m getting to the best part:

I don’t want to look like Bambi, but I do want to look pretty like Kim Kardashian, Diana Ross, Beyonce, …you know what I mean. I requested a beautiful natural look, as though I might have some other ethnic blood in my DNA features, which i do. BUT, Apparently, I was not clear.

When done, I saw 2 thick, paper-like black bands of color about 1/8th above my natural eyelashes. The lashes were on the center of my eyelids with blank spaces, left and right.

I strained to not cry and laugh at the same time. You know me. I did speak up, but carefully, as I wanted her to approve upon her work. Cause after all, I am stuck with this clown look for quite a while.

She calmly said there was nothing she could do. Seconds after I managed to control my rage, I politely asked her to fill in under the lashes with eyeliner, so that the lashes didn’t look like they were crawling up to my eyebrows.

Finally, I felt it was a little safer to walk back out into public with my new look.

Later, my two lovely pups looked up at me and asked… what happened?  Was I flying out this evening without a plane?

Mike, just looked at me, and as usual, shook his head.

Have a wonderful day, patmillssullivan