I was in 7th grade in 1966 and not ashamed to admit it. (So there, OK Boomers.) And I was allowed to wear makeup for the first time against the better judgment of my mother.

And woe to her, the big models then were Jean Shrimpton and…Twiggy. Because of “the Shrimp” my lips were coated with Yardley’s Frosted Slicker, basically shiny white lipstick.

And because of Twiggy, I wore fake eyelashes to school every day. Upper and lower.

It’s hard to believe now and it was a phase that gave way quickly to a more Woodstock-esque, all natural look (long stringy hair, wire-rimmed glasses, hairy legs) but the truth is I still crave long, baby-horse eyelashes. My own are not.

So when Ero Edge offered the magazine a free “lash lift and tint,” I raised my hand.

Then I read about it and oh, the horror.

Lash lifting is a procedure that basically “perms” your eyelashes so they curl up and I read several scary stories about the perm solution almost blinding people, etc., etc. Yet I also read the procedure is FDA-approved. And I don’t scare easy. And you can’t trust the internet, right?

So last week I spent an hour and a half at Ero Edge getting my lashes lifted and tinted.

There was nothing scary about it. My eyes were protected by silicon shields, the operator was calm and professional and I was able to keep my eyes closed the whole time—a total luxury for someone who spends 16 hours a day staring into a screen.

Results were: Better lashes. Darker and more discernible. Not floppy-long like Twiggy’s, but after all, what looked good on a Baby Boomer then wouldn’t look good on a Baby Boomer now.