I’ve had an addiction to mascara for most of my life. Comes from having very little (few and small) eyelashes. Since the birth of Baby D I have gone out of the house a few times without it, but mostly — even if it’s the only thing I have time for — mascara.
I’m picky about it too. I don’t want to pay too much for it. It is, after all, just mascara, but I want it to perform well. I don’t want it to clump. The brush can’t be too thick, but my eyelashes are very sparse so the brush can’t be too little either or it will take a lot of effort to get it on. For a while I was into this mascara that painted on . . . or something. You had to work it off with your fingers. It came off in little tubes. Weird, but it really stayed on. It can’t smear. That I think is even worse than clumpy lashes. Raccoon eyes. I know the world loves Maybelline in the pink tube, but I don’t. I’ve always got to be bucking the system.
Today I tried a sample of Dior or something I had gotten from Sephora (Is there any where else? Don’t answer that, Brennan.) and suddenly this lovely odor came wafting to me. If you pay big, big bucks ($23) for your mascara, it comes scented!! I may have to rethink that bookkeeping job.
Nope. Maybe I’ll try Maybelline again.