In Celebration of Eyelashes

What a dilemma! Should I plump, or lengthen, or spread, or define? Mascara angst is, yes, a first-world problem, but whatever should I choose? What research should I believe? What celebrity should I emulate?

Ok, admittedly, I am not a real girly-girl, spending hours and days contemplating the latest in cosmetic innovation. I do have fond memories of sitting up tall at my mom’s dressing table, one of those awesome mirror-backed dressers with a matching bench at just the right height. I would paw through her hundreds of tubes and lipstick cases and myriad shades of eyeshadow, and imagine what I could do with it all. My mom, pretty as she was, did a decent job, but she also didn’t aspire to cover-girl perfection, makeup wise. She did have one of those great eyelash curlers, one of the most awesome mini-appliances ever. But we didn’t, and I probably still don’t, have all of the techniques down, and don’t especially care to put in the effort to acquire them. Thankfully, my daughter has done better in this regard. And yet…

CREDIT: INSTAGRAM/ @ADELE

CREDIT: INSTAGRAM/ @ADELE

Adele is singing, and though her voice is so very captivating, I am also totally taken with her gorgeous make-up. No doubt, some professional took hours to make it perfect (they have put in the time to get excellent at the task). Her smoky eyes are just gorgeous, such perfect lids. And those LASHES!

I know, they’re probably fake. I should probably get some of them. Especially since my lashes are the biggest casualty of chemo; the hair on the head came back better than ever, the lashes, not so much. Jiggedy, jaggedy, short and separated in weird ways. I thought of getting Latisse—after all, Brooke Shields speaks so highly of it. My dermatologist and eye doctor, well, pointed out a few downsides, like dots on my eyes. That might lead me to another procedure, Stroma, which actually changes the color of your eyes. (Has science given us too many options?) Thankfully, my eye color is the one thing on my body I don’t want to change…

Which leads me right back to the mascara. Today, I’m going for length, and definition. I’ll let you know how it works! If not, I’m calling Adele.

P.S. February 18 was National Lash Day—who knew?

Kathy H. Ely Konenkii Ambassador Writer, Editor, Wife, Mother, Curious Mind Don’t call her Chatty Kathy, though her family doesn’t hesitate. (AND she talks with her hands as well!) This Konenkii woman has overcome breast cancer, divorce, and the pain of losing parents; found happiness with a single daughter, loving and handsome replacement husband, and fun-to-be-with siblings and friends. She has survived the career roller-coaster with downsizing and internet bubble bursts and magazine shutdowns; she cherishes her longstanding friends and creative colleagues from AFI to Discovery to a private girls’ school and a string of travel magazines. She looks forward to sharing your discoveries, joys, and challenges, be it a great New Yorker article, annoying experience, or raging discussion with a neighbor or buddy.

Kathy H. Ely
Konenkii Ambassador
Writer, Editor, Wife, Mother, Curious Mind

Don’t call her Chatty Kathy, though her family doesn’t hesitate. (AND she talks with her hands as well!) This Konenkii woman has overcome breast cancer, divorce, and the pain of losing parents; found happiness with a single daughter, loving and handsome replacement husband, and fun-to-be-with siblings and friends. She has survived the career roller-coaster with downsizing and internet bubble bursts and magazine shutdowns; she cherishes her longstanding friends and creative colleagues from AFI to Discovery to a private girls’ school and a string of travel magazines.

She looks forward to sharing your discoveries, joys, and challenges, be it a great New Yorker article, annoying experience, or raging discussion with a neighbor or buddy.