Mr. M left this past Friday evening for this place
Which left me alone in London on a rare weekend when I had no plans of my own. A very dangerous situation to be in because I am most likely to go shopping.
For a little over a year now I've been hearing about eyelash extensions. First just as rumours from friends that live in Asia (It turns out that I am not the only Asian woman to be fixated with lash products. Apparently, most of us share the curse of shorter - sparser- stick straight lashes - that gives us the lash envy- that spawns the fixation). Then this blogger went into detail with her experience.
I am obsessed with eyelashes. I think its because my own are short, sparse, and so straight that they point ever so slightly downwards. As a result, I have a drawer full of eyelash accessories at home. Mascaras, curlers, false eyelashes, lash growth enhancer serum, you name it, I've tried it.
So, out of my vast toolbox, I give you three glam products (actually four) you might want to try if you have a special holiday party coming up where you want to bat your lashes at a special someone.
There is a sort of fashion mecca 45 minutes outside of Florence. It's called Space in Montevarchi, better known as the Prada Outlet. There are numerous sets of directions on the web, none of which are quite adequate. Prada is in a grey warehouse with no sign to indicate that you've arrived at the right place. Instead, if you see any cars in Montevarchi filled with Japanese women, it'd be a good bet to follow them. Failing that, stop at a gas station or ask a local, they are quite used to being asked.
When the Ugg boot craze started a couple years ago I turned my nose up at it. I couldn't understand what the deal was with these bulky looking things that hit you mid calf, completely flat heeled, and generally not very flattering unless you are five foot ten and have long shapely legs (think Gisele Bundchen).