Yesterday I had eyelash extensions. I’d seen someone else with them, thought she looked amazing, got the details and made an appointment.
When the beautician was finished I looked in the mirror and went OH MY GOD. Then I went FUCK. Then OH MY GOD. Then FUCK.
‘You okay?’ she asked
‘Absolutely,’ I replied.
I paid her a small fortune and then my very long very thick very black sexy eyelashes and I headed to a coffee shop.
I wasn’t sure anyone would notice.
‘OH MY GOD,’ said the barista.
‘FUCK,’ said the waitress.
‘Do you think they’re a bit much?’I asked.
Nope. No. Not at all. Everyone was in agreement. They’re amazing. Magnificent. Perfect.
I sipped my coffee and dished the beautician’s number out to all the women who asked.
And I dished mine out to all the men who asked.
Well, just one, but still.
These eyelashes are amazing. They are long, flirty, fun, glamorous and the thing is, they ooze sex appeal.
I love it.
They’ve made me walk with a swing in my step, a twinkle in my eye, I feel confident and beautiful and you know…
I’m calling my difficult friend.
These are fuck me eyelashes.
And I intend to make full use of them.
Claudia is in Johannesburg. She does home visits. 082 456 3809. It’s very fucking expensive but worth every penny!