In an effort to convince myself that I am feeling normal, I got up, showered and did my hair, and put on make-up. It is Friday.......the 13th.
While I was curling my sparse eyelashes I was reminded of a story that all my kids loved to hear me tell. The girls were horrified and the boys thought it to be hilarious.
When I was a young girl just beginning to discover make-up....... a long, long time ago... I convinced my mom to purchase eyelash curlers for me. My friends and I were all enchanted with these devices and HEAVY mascara. We would all examine each other upon arriving to school. It was called Junior High way back then. We would look at the angle of the eyelash closely and discuss how painful it had been to achieve this. We were all convince that if it hurt, we were doing it right.
One fine morning I was rushing to get ready for school and I whipped out my torture device to make my eyes presentable. I put the as close as possible to my eyelid and mashed with all my might. Something clicked..........I never heard a click before..... It was hurting more than usual, too, but that meant my eyelashes would stand more upright than anyone else. Imagine my horror when I pulled the devise away to find that the two metal pieces had clicked together and cut my entire eyelash off!!!!!!!!
I was mortified as only a girl of thirteen can be! It was a Friday and let's say it was the 13th (makes the story better, you know). I had one eye with and one without eyelashes and I was determined to stay home from school. My parents were just as determined that I was going. A power struggle ensued and since I had produced no blood with my injury I was forced to go. I was so mad at them, how could they be so cruel? I was disfigured, couldn't they see that?
Being the resourceful woman that I am (I started very young), I donned a pair of sunglasses and told everyone I had an eye infection and couldn't tolerate the lights. Well, everyone except my closest friends. We all gathered in the restroom and examined my plight and decided that maybe it shouldn't hurt when one curled one's lashes.
I am sure all my children loved to picture me lashless on the one eye and forced to go to school as horrified as I was as a young teen, I can now laugh about it. It was useful information to pass along to future generations of make-up experimenters.
They did grow back, just as sparse as before........
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Jill has told me this story before. I still get shivers.
Worse than when I cut my own bangs. I have curly hair when it's short. I'm sure you can imagine.
Oh your story brought back such memories! When I started junior high school, my friend (?) thought I should shape my eyebrows better, so she said she would do it for me...she plucked ALL my eyebrows, I had none at all and to this day, many, many years later my eyebrows still down grow right.
Happy Friday the 13th!
Sunny :)
When I was about 12, I decided my eyebrows were too thick (they are a bit Brooke Shields-esque) but because I didn't yet know what "plucking" is, I decided to cut them. I grabbed a finger full between my thumb and forefinger, slid the scissors carefully between my face and my fingers, and snipped. I wasn't in front of a mirror so I went ahead and did both eyebrows. When I finally walked to a mirror, I was shocked at the big hole I had created in the middle of my eyebrows, now like four little dashes across my face. They took forever to grow back! Thank goodness my mother got me an eyebrow pencil.
I remember using those eyelash curlers too (although I don't think I started until I was in high school). The lashes weren't "right" unless they were bent to a 90 degree angle.
Oh no!! That's a teenage girl's worst nightmare. Why didn't you just go buy a pair of falsies (lashes, that is) until your real lashes grew in?
Sorry that I giggled a bit at your expense, but your story really was funny - in a mortifying way!
Sending warm Florida sunshiny hugs!
Oh yes. I remember those torture curlers very well. I have yanked out lashes a time or two. Good post for the 13th. Hope you have a nice weekend.
oh, the tortures of teenage years. I never could use the eyelash curlers...my eyes are too deep set and my eyelashes are too short.
LOL! Oh the days of Junior High! I remember wearing my girlfriends "cinnemon" colored nylons, (with a run, so everyone would know I was wearing nylons), to school because I wasn't allowed to wear them yet. I would rush to her house to don them before school. Anyone remember garter belts?
I remember when my mother would put on makeup! It was like someone was doing brickwork! LOL!
lol. How awful for a teen girl to have to go through!
Been there! Done that, but actually pulled mine out! Ouch!
LOL - I laughed and laughed. This reminds me of the things I did with my hair when I was growing up. I may see a post in the making here.
I confess, I laughed aloud! My BF once shaved her eyebrows to try to trim them down- they were quite heavy & black. She ended up with one completely bald, & the other cut in half!
I can imagine the horror! I would have run out and bought false eyelashes! I remember those curlers. Mine would be all caked from the heavy mascara! LOL! It's a wonder MINE didn't break off, too!
Too, too funny. The idea of you clipping your eyelashes off just had me in stitches.
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