What? You don't all take dozens of photos of your kids sleeping?
But check out those lashes. Hoo boy, what I'd give to call those my own. She gets them from her Daddy (on whom they are completely wasted) and I'm jealous. I've got stumpy, blonde lashes that need a dozen coats of mascara to make an appearance on my face.
However, you might recall a few months ago that I mentioned a little something about lash extensions to rectify the lame lash situation I have going on and I think it's time we had a little chat about them.
Every two weeks I head over to the lash salon (I go to an Amazing Lash Studio) and Tiffany works her magic on me. Thirty minutes later, I walk out with these bad boys.
No mascara, friends.
The best part of these is that I can wake up in the morning looking somewhat put together. As far as Summer beauty routines, it holds mine together. BB Cream, blush, a little brow gel, lip gloss, and I'm good to go. I usually forego the shadow unless it's a special occasion, and call it a day. I hardly ever lose lashes and despite my husband mocking me for being more high maintenance than ever, I don't think I'll ever be able to give them up. Ever.