Admit it. Your eyes are ready to skim down the page for the proof that even I have used poor hair judgement.
I’ve seen ’em, the countless reminders of what was wrong with the 80’s. That poodle hair. Yipes.
Well, what if I told you that I got my first perm just yesterday? And what if I told you that instead of perming my hair, I permed… my lashes?
Let’s break this down. Square Piece had some gift cards to Amenity Day Spa. (If you go, ask for Mai Lynn. She’s a doll!) I don’t know why I wasted half of it on a facial a couple weeks ago. While the experience itself was lovely (she massages your arms and legs while your face goop sits), I always get beautiful results from just following the maintenance of my Beauti Control skin care routine. A wash, a scrub, etc. Voila! Perfection.
A couple of days after my facial, feeling more like Rudolf than like Square Piece, I turned to Brian and announced, “I think I disturbed the delicate ecosystem that is my nose.” Lesson learned.
But what was I to do with the remaining balance on my gift card? Get my lashes curled, of course!
I cannot believe that I – a licensed cosmetologist! – did not realize that THIS was a possibility in the beauty industry!
Okay, every man and woman, if given the chance to scrutinize, would have a few things they’d like to improve upon in the body image category. Everyone notices their flaws with a magnified perspective. Something that I’ve observed about myself that I’m sure no one else has ever noticed is that 1) my lashes are straight and 2) several of them on the left side in the outer corner don’t like “going with the flow.”
Before you yell at me for being so nit-picky, let me assure you that I hear how ridiculous this sounds.
Poor Square Piece. Her lashes aren’t perfect. Never mind those of us who are concerned about jiggly bellies, flappy arms, blotchy skin, auto-immune disorders, thinning hair, broken teeth, broken capillaries, broken families, affording food, maintaining shelter, having access to clean water…
I know. I know. I KNOW! But I had a gift card! It’s not like I’ve been obsessing for years over these lashes! It was more like a well-that-could-be-neat kind of a moment.
Of course I had a teensy bit of concern that the process could go horribly wrong and the Bennett would have to be raised by his blind mother. I had already begun to fantasize about the prospect of being a blind blogger (’cause, let’s face it, I wasn’t gonna be a blind hairstylist!). But I had nothing to worry about. The process wasn’t as wet and liquid-y as I thought it would be and I wasn’t squinting as much as I thought I would to spare my eyes the chemical invasion. In fact, it was a rather dry procedure! Dry, but stinky, of course. It smells like any other sulfuric batch of rotten eggs you’ve enjoyed at a hair salon.
All for the cause! All for the cause!
Mai Lynn knew that, except for blindness, my only concern was the she’d curl my lashes so tight that they’d be curling backwards, towards my eyelids. So she erred on the conservative side and used a large rod to just give them a gentle upsweep. I like waking up looking a little more alert! But perhaps next time we’ll be bolder and go for a more dramatic curl.
Here’s 1) a before, 2) an after and 3) an after-mascara-is-applied photo:
With mascara, too:
Update: I went back about a month later and used the “medium” rods for curl. This time the perm seems to be lasting longer, stronger and, no, they didn’t look weird. Just as natural as ever with a tad more drama!