Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Glitter Mascara - Dewdrops On My Lashes
From never writing about face paint to two back-to-back posts on the subject. In one day!
Gervy the make-up maniac/addict will be pleased. I think her secret mission is to slowly work me (and other sans-make-up people, friends or not) into wearing what she would call "flaw correctors" again.
On our shopping date on Saturday, I told her that lately, I've been feeling a real need for glitter mascara. In silver. And I don't even wear regular mascara. It must be a trickle-down effect from the previous need for coloured mascara from a few months ago that wasn't met or acted upon and has since been forgotten. Bright colours reminiscent of those that I used to buy from Shu Uemura when I was a teenager, like tangerine, hot pink, electric blue, lime green...
When she heard of my eye glitter-lust, I could feel the joy reverberating through her whole being, like a proud owner who's just taught her puppy a new trick, but she played it cool and kept her elation to herself, like the same pet owner would, not wanting to seem too pushy. Baby steps...baby steps, she must have thought and chanelled her energy into finding me one, stopping at every beauty counter in the stores.
Of course we didn't find any - Sod's Law, Murphy's Law, the Unspeakable Law...whatever you want to call it. The closest thing we found was a glitter eyeliner which I tried on my lashes to which Gervy said, "Oooh, looks like you've got raindrops on your eyelashes!". I liked that description. It conjured up a very pretty picture in my head. Hence the post title (which I've tweaked a little - "dewy eyes" vs "rainy eyes"?) and a more urgent need to find some.
The next day, I went to the only place in Sydney that was remotely similar to the trashy make-up heaven, Sasa, that we have in Singapore - a tiny Japanese cosmetic shop in Chinatown. Pay dirt! I grabbed the only silver one left.
Verdict: I had more glittery bits all over my face than on my lashes where they were meant to be. Not good for a contact lens wearer.
But fear not, an order has been placed with Poochie, the "personal shopper" in Singapore. Another one, hopefully one packed with more staying power and larger silver squares, is on its way. And I will be on mine to mirror ball eyes.