Ask anyone and they’ll tell you, I’m not a mascara kind of lady.
Mainly because I have a habit of rubbing my eyes, which if done while wearing mascara, never ends well.
It’s during those times I’ve rummaged for any crusty old tube of mascara at the bottom of my secondary makeup bag – you know, the bag where you keep the average stuff not worthy of your primary makeup bag – and completely hacked up all my hard winged eyeliner or smokey eye handiwork with dodgy, clumped together lashes.
So I swore off mascara, vowing never again to let the smudgy black stuff ruin my day. Then I tried a mascara that might have just changed my mind.
I wore it out on Saturday night for a dinner and, as is customary, posted a photo on Instagram before leaving the house.
Minutes after I had strangers sliding into my inbox asking, nay, demanding 'WHAT MASCARA ARE YOU WEARING?! To which I replied, "No need to be so aggressive, it's Lancome and it's on sale, OK?"
The difference in length and volume one coat of this mascara gave me was instantly noticeable. It made my lashes look like full, fluttery spider legs.