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........