Something that I see a lot that other lifestyle and beauty bloggers do is share anecdotes, fun little stories about their life. So after a while of consideration I decided that I’m a clumsy individual who’s entire existence had been a series of pitfalls, obviously this means I probably have something to share. Funny thing is after writing this far, to be exact, I hit a writer’s block…
And after twenty minutes of thinking I decided to go through my facebook, surely I must have posted something dumb or funny I did a while back, and I found one from the time I decided to splash out and pay for Hollywood Lashes. A tag from my sister mocking me, keep reading then you’ll understand!
My stunningly amazing long eye lashes lasted me a week of the 12 week guarantee, and for the first three days I loved them. I spent £30 on them, they took two hours to do and they were nice but the trouble started before they were on.
I was laying there on a lovely soft bed type thing, 100% relaxed. The beautician was carefully placing on my new eyelashes while I relaxed. The more I relaxed the more sleepy I got and after 10 minutes I was gone. Which is fine a perfectly normal thing to do. Except I talk in my sleepy. I have no recollection of what I said or could have shared. All I know when they was done the beautician was been particularly awkward with me; she wouldn’t ask me things or make eye contact. So I can definitely say it was something that I don’t want to remember.
Then when I got home, I went to show my younger sister them, who thought it would be a good idea to ask me to lean closer to her. I should have expected a prank, but I didn’t.
I leant in one eye closed the other wide open and I got closer she decided to poke me in the eye. OUCH! I couldn’t believe it. I had a poorly eye and lost some of my brand new eyelashes. Fuming was an understatement.
Day 6 of eyelashes, eczema strikes. My face decided to get eczema more specifically my eye area, which caused me to rub my eyes – a lot – all my eyelashes fell excluding 6 which clung on for the dear life. I had to pluck them out just to not look weird. By the seventh day they were gone for good!
I absolutely hated my entire experience with Hollywood lashes, but I can’t give them a bad review, they were lovely. The only reason I hated them was due to circumstance. As usual things just didn’t work out for me. Maybe it’s just meant to be this way.