Adding a Little Flicker to Those Lights
“YOU look so … glamorous,” says a fellow mom at my son’s Sunday morning soccer game. “Thank you!” I reply, slightly puzzled, as I’m wearing no makeup, yoga pants, a puffy jacket and a “Dog Is My Co-Pilot” T-shirt.
She stares at me, with a look more concerned than admiring, until I remember. “Oh, you mean the lashes,” I say.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she whispers conspiratorially. I cringe a little as I realize my eyelash extensions gave her the impression I’d recently done the walk of shame from someone’s apartment and had forgotten to remove the damning...