False hopes

It’s like with some things I forget I can’t see properly.

For instance. It was one of my sisters from another misters wedding the other week.

So, I thought, I’m going to get some false eyelashes and they will look nice.

So off I went and bought them. Chuffed with my purchase went home and put them with my outfit and waited for my friends special day.

On the big day, I had already done my eyebrows with my magic 10X magnification mirror, (which you can imagine wasn’t easy…another story) my makeup was on with plenty of time to spare. I had spent a lot of time with my magnifying mirror, (another post later about this genius little item).

Then time for the lashes. Popped the glue on, realised I couldn’t hold my mirror AND stick them on at the same time.

Ah, I thought, how am I supposed to do this 🤔

Had to use the big mirror with a magnifying side but not like the shear epicness of my other little magic mirror.

So I thought, I will stick them on and slide them around if I don’t get the right spot. Hard when my double vision was kicking in.

Plopped them on the spot I thought would be right.

Wrong. Too high up and I had bought black blumming glue! I hadn’t seen that detail on the packet.

I stared at my black smudgy, gluey sticky eye.

With not long to go now before I was being picked up.

It\’s a good job I never really wear these often as I could have had a meltdown.

Then I sat down and stared at myself in the mirror and just really started laughing.

A couple of years ago I managed perfectly OK when I popped some on for Halloween. Now it looked like I WAS Halloween or Alice Cooper. So I was surprised.

Now, may not seem much, but getting used to what I can do, what I can find a way to manage to do, and what I can\’t do now when once I could. Is humbling and a challenge. Usually I find a way but this… no chance.

Realising next time I will ask a friend or just buy some better mascara.

I quickly tried to wipe the glue off from in and around my now sore eye. Patch up my makeup to match the other eye then went downstairs.

Then there was a knock at the door. My friend was here to pick me up.

Quick check in the mirror thinking, well I haven’t done so badly with it.

Closer look, one red sore looking weeping eye.

Just when you want to look your best ☺

Hey ho, lesson learnt.