As a former pageant girl, I looove me some long lashes. Though I’ve used Latisse mostly consistently and with pretty good results for the last year, that’s still not enough lashage for me. So I wear false eyelashes pretty much whenever I’m getting “done up.” Nights out, celebratory dinners, and occasions where photos are taken are all reasons enough to bust out a pair of falsies.
So for my wedding-day look (more on that soon), some kind of lash enhancements were definitely happening for this girlie girl. I’m comfy with the strips I often use on myself and others, but wanted to experiment. I had liked the individual lashes I got during my trial, but was eyeing (teehee) fancy-pants lash extensions. So when an offer came across Lifebooker, I snagged it, thinking I would give them a pre-wedding test run to see how I liked them and how they looked.
Um, so glad I did that. These lashes were a freaking shit show. I’m mortified to be posting all these makeup-less phone pics on the internet (I promise I’m not cross-eyed in real life), but needed to be real with y’all about how ridiculous I looked.
At my lash appointment, I told the aesthetician that I was comfortable wearing fake lashes, but wanted to focus on thickness, not adding lots of length. I closed my eyes and laid back, and reopened to find some lashes that were doing a LOT. I felt a little bit like a Kardashian wannabe, but decided to see how they felt in the real world.
I felt they looked a little less fake when I had makeup and such on, but in general was not the hugest fan. A large part of that is because they were seriously uncomfy. I have a high beauty-is-pain tolerance—waxing, threading, laser are all A-OK—but these lashes maxed me out. I’m not sure if it was an application issue, but the base of the lashes was poking me in the tender bit of my lash line and, though my eyes were horrendously itchy, I wasn’t supposed to rub them. Face washing was hard—soapy water ran into my eyes, but leftover eye makeup still collected on the lashes, making them look grimy. And my habit of sleeping in eye masks was not conducive to lash extensions—they got caught or tangled, and I woke up yelping.
I maybeeeee could have made my peace with all this had I had some really amazing lashes in return—I’m shallow like that—but that was not to be. Despite the aesthetician’s suggestions to make an appointment four weeks later for a refill, my lashes were looking janky within a week.
They quickly deteriorated over the next few days, so much so that I had to have them removed on day 11. Removal was as pricy as application, and unveiled some seriously anemic lashes—there had been as many as six extensions clumped onto single lashes, and there was definitely damage. While the issue may have been the quality of a discount service, I’m not willing to chance it for round two on my wedding day to risk discomfort and the rest of my lashes. So though I would have loved to have great looking lashes for all the wedding events, I’ll be returning to my trusted falsies for the wedding day and events.
Anyone else do a pre-wedding test run of something that totally failed? If you tried out eyelash extensions, what was your experience like?