I’ve Tried Too Many Mascaras, Meet My Magical Three
I was six when I first met Mascara. It was romantic. We were in the bathroom. My sticky little fingers held a tube of Mom’s L’Oreal’s Voluminous. The mirror looked into my eyes. My mind went blank. Well, I thought, here goes nothing. Two curious coats later, I felt fabulous. A movie star in the making.
So, yes, mascara works wonders. Wonders. It provokes thoughts like AH! and WOW! Unless you’re crying. Then, it’ll convert you into a scary raccoon. How transformative this magical wand can be.
The drama continues. Sometimes, mascara reminds me of jeans. How both swiftly suck us back into the never-ending, relentlessly sweaty search for something better. How we try, return, borrow, forget, throw out, love, lose. It’s a sad series of rituals. And a totally normal occurrence in Girlworld.
Price, packaging, drugstore, and designer origins don’t matter. There always seems to be a better option out there, right? Wrong.
I think I’ve found somewhat of a solution, a key. All it took? Many many mascara purchases, thousands of hours spent studying at Sephora, blood, sweat, tears. What a journey. Anyway listen closely, chica: don't use one mascara; use three.
step 1. curl your lashes & coat them in the white primer
step 2. don’t wait for them to dry. open the light pink mascara and begin applying right away. less is not more.
step 3. apply a COUPLE (1 - 2) coats of monsieur big. wait a couple minutes and apply your lip liner in the meantime. before you dash out of the house, grab your eyelash curler once more. ta-da. eyes to kill. time for trouble.