GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN

I swear, I looooove being a girl.  All the potions and lotions, the hair colors, the high heels, the jewels, the manicures… the list goes on.  I am the biggest sucker for all products.  In fact, I tend to justify my openess to trying new things on the maintenance market as research for the lifestyle blog.  I am soulful, real, and filled of depth but who does not love a good spray tan, a magic face peel, the new hot thing.  It is hard to resist the possibility of beauty, weight loss, love, passion, clarity, jeans that make you skinny– I am the biggest consumer.  Case in point– today at Pilates, I could not stop staring at the lashes of the girl on the next reformer over.  As I have written before, I did not luck out in the lash department and can not stand applying, wearing, and removing mascara.  Mid way through my plank series, I literally got off my bed and crouched down along side the girl.  Because I am a self-depracating open book, I wrongly assume that everyone will also divulge their secrests.  Luckily, Miss Eyelash did admit to me that, indeed, her lashes were lash extensions.  Tell me more, I begged, as the instructor signaled for me to resume my torturous abs.  Lash girl generously supplied me with all of the necessary contact information as well as giving me her noon appointment.  It was 11 am and I seized the opportunity.  I could not have my lemonaid drinkers wait another day to learn about these beautiful and surprisingly affordable lash extensions.  I punched in the 711 n. Harper address in my nav and flew over Laurel Canyon.  Instant gratification is my downfall!  Tucked away on the corner of Melrose and Harper is a boutique nail salon called Marie Nails.  Located next to the Paul Smith store, I knew I was in good hands.  I was whisked into a private cubicle where I spent the next hour with Asako as she applied the most gorgeous lashes to my existing dowdy ones.  Normally, when I sit during a manicure or hair appointment, I am actively talking and emailing on my cell phone.  Lash application requires that you lie still with your eyes closed.  I literally was so relaxed that I fell asleep and took a much needed nap.  When Asako gently woke me, I was rejuvenated and thrilled with my new lashes. Unlike most lash extensions which cost several hundred dollars for a full set, Asako charges $90 dollars and they last a month with touch-ups costing $45. Tonight at dinner, the waitress complimented my “fake” lashes in front of my husband.  Ah, bad move!  I don’t normally highlight my beauty regimen to Husband.  I prefer him to think I wake up like this and it costs him NOTHING!  Gotta love my waitress, the whistleblower AND there was an offensive black hair in my garlic edamame.  Off to Laguna beach for the holiday- so a request to my friends who are joining us, just wink at me when you see the lashes as Husband does not need to be reminded again of my UN natural beauty.  Asako 323 782-8080