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 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.