All the men in my life are so sick of hearing about this, I’m sure the title of this post made them want to stab me in the heart with a crusty mascara wand.
But I feel a duty to all my ladies who fell similarly victim to lash extensions to follow up about how I’ve regained some semblance of a lash line in the wake of three months’ worth of adhesive and tiny plastic appendages.
So after discovering my eyelashes were a barely visible track of wispy stubble across my eyelid, I blogged about it here in an attempt to caution other equally vain young ladies from venturing into the nearest lash salon.
After crying into my bathroom mirror for a few days, I finally picked up a Latisse prescription (thanks, #HSAFund) from my friend Megan who works for a plastic surgeon. A lot of people recommended the Rodan + Fields lash products to me, but those were pretty pricey and weren’t covered by my newly established health savings account. I’m nothing if not thrifty.
So it’s officially been about a month, and I’d say my eyelashes are completely back to normal. They still look wispy compared to the fake ones (which, according to Rob, ‘looked super fake’) but I’m pretty happy that it only took four weeks of looking like a naked mole rat to return my face to normalcy—especially because some people cautioned me it could take up to six months (WHAT).
I’ve also been taking 10,000 mcg of Biotin since I was, like, 10, so I’m sure that helped a lot—but if you aren’t taking it, start!
Additionally, I use coconut oil to take my makeup off at night instead of a makeup wipe. This is super #granola and all, and I’m sure it’s much better for me, but I will say that it’s a hassle when it gets in your hairline. My hair looked greasy faster because the coconut oil would seep into my hair.
One other thing to note: get yourself a bomb mascara. This is the Too Faced Better Than Sex waterproof mascara, and it REALLY helps with the length and volume.
So, to recap.
All things beauty.