Let’s be honest, very few of us are born with that Kardashian brand of thick and luscious lashes. If you want to beef yours up, there are few sure-fire ways you can fake it.
Mum of three and Eenie Meenie Miney Mum writer Olivia Williams knows this well. In a recent Instagram post, she detailed the lengths she went to to get more voluminous lashes. It didn’t quite go to plan.
“Okay, so I have failed to mention that I had a little ‘cosmetic procedure’ before we went on holiday. Let’s call it a healthy dose of ‘We might take more photos of ourselves than usual since we are going to be in a tropical paradise and I’d like to look less like roadkill’ related vanity,” she wrote.
Ok so I have failed to mention that I had a little “cosmetic procedure” before we went on holiday. Let’s call it a healthy dose of “we might take more photos of ourselves than usual since we are going to be in a tropical paradise & I’d like to look less like roadkill” related vanity. It’s not what you think though, my boobs are still non existent, no Botox, no fillers, no lipo, no face lift. I got, a lash lift. Wtf is a lash lift I hear you ask. I asked the same question when I stumbled across the procedure on google one night while I was investigating possible medical ailments I might be afflicted with (as one does). I’ve had many failed attempts at improving my nothing short of pathetic eyelash game over the years, boosting, clumping tar-like mascara disasters, spidery eyelash extensions that I had to CUT, yes CUT off (this was as bad an idea as it sounds), fake eyelashes so bad I looked like a transvestite at my best friends wedding (that has been forever captured on film in her wedding photos – hooray!) you name it, I’ve done it. So it comes as little surprise that I gave this a go. As I sat there with chemicals being applied to my lashes and spent the following forty minutes convinced I was going to open my eyes and be blind and end up talking about he pain of losing my sight for the sake of vanity on today tonight (this is the burden of being me, I swear to God, I’m an actual lunatic), the minute it was done and I discovered I could, in fact, still see, the beautician who had performed the “lift” said “oh Olivia, you look beautiful”. The minute she said it, I thought “oh fuck”. So I looked in the mirror, and as with other ghosts of eyelashes past, I looked like I had shoved my eyeballs into a power point & switched it on with maximum voltage. And as with all these #sonotabeautyblogger moments I have, I of course only have myself, and my insane jealousy of my daughters strong eyelash game, to blame. Have I learnt my lesson? Unlikely. Ps mad props to my husband who to this day thinks I got an eyelash tint not a lift and either did not notice the state of my just been electrocuted eyelash transformation, or had the good sense not to say anything ????
However Williams wasn’t talking botox or lip fillers, but a lash lift.