A warning: Semi permanent lash extensions are a highly addictive habit. I remember the days before I was hooked. I would coat my very average eyelashes in layer upon layer of mascara. For nights out I would even put talcum powder between the layers to make them even thicker and longer but those days are long behind me.
I remember the first time I tried lash extensions. I was about to leave for holiday and wanted to be able to wake up in the morning and roll out of bed without the black rings around my eyes making my fellow holidaymakers think they were shacked up in the same hotel as Kung Fu Panda.
So, I headed to my salon of choice, Myra Crawford in Newington, mainly because it was the most affordable and I was made up with the results. They worked a dream and are so low maintenance. A slick of tinted moisturiser and some blush and you are all set for the day but in the wise words of Nelly Furtado, all good things come to an end. After three blissful weeks of making paper fly across the table every time I blinked, I am always eventually left with just three long lashes on either eye that poke up pompously above my own natural lashes. I’ve had infills three times now and I will not be stopping any time soon. It is an expensive habit, and although theroetically it takes little effort, you have to take care not to touch your eyelashes, pretty much ever. If you’re planning on getting them done, do your research and make sure you find a good place that you are happy with. I have had infills done elsewhere before and the beautician was so rough that I felt like I would be left with no eyeballs afterwards never mind lashes. Make sure that you look after them with your tiny eyelash brush that you are given and be prepared for the sting when you first open your eyes. Upkeep is not easy but they look pretty fantastic and I would go back to the start of summer and have them all over again in the blink of an eye… lash.
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