
What a Difference!
I must have asked my girlfriend Jennie a thousand times which mascara she was using to make her lashes look like a nest of Daddy Long Leg spiders. And a thousand times, she claimed it was Dior Show Mascara in jet black.
It wasn't until I caught her pulling into a hip aesthetician's office in town that she finally came clean.
"Okay, I lied. They're extensions."
I looked at her 16" long "weave," that had been flowing over her shoulders and reminded her I was there when her hair magically grew 12 inches.
No, my eyelashes.
That's when she told me about Xtreme Lashes, and that was about one week before I was hooked.
Brighter, wider, less-tired-looking eyes. Who wouldn't want that? There's no mascara running down my face, no more eyelash curlers, and no clumps. Just an appointment once a month at $150 a pop to look well-rested, decrease my morning routine by 5 minutes, and most important, look faaabulous! Just make sure you ask for the black glue.