a) no one really looks at me,
b) they looked so ridiculous everyone I knew was embarrassed for me and didn't mention it, or
c) I have such incredible boobs that everyone I know, including neighbors and children couldn't look past them to see my luxurious puppydog/Brooke Shields lashes.
Pretty sure it's A.
So that's why when I considered getting a "Brazilian," I really had to think twice about it. I mean, is it really worth the time and money, and ahem, pain...if no one even really knows about it?
So - I figure - yeah, sure it is. You bet. Dealing with all that curly hair is a daily chore that I just don't have time for. And, if I put it out on the interwebs - people HAVE to notice.
So, without any further ado, the before and after pictures.
It's blurry. I know. Hoping you'll be too distracted by the sequined bulldog to notice. It's smooth enough, but it took 20 minutes, a gallon of product, a hairdryer and a round brush to get it like this.
Sort of the same. A little less fluffy, but it only took, like, 3 minutes to dry it straight. Paired with a chartreuse naughty librarian cardigan to distract from the breastillary-region.
So I'm all cool and low maintenance with my Brazilian Blowout now. You knew that's what I meant, right?
People better notice.
PS - you can totally tell my nose is broken, too, but it's okay if you don't point that out.
PPS - I should've cleaned the iPhone lens for that first picture.
PPPS - I should've worn makeup in that second one.
PPPPS - Or eyelash extensions.