It was a fun day with my sister. You know. Shopping. Trying on clothes. Giving opinions. Giggling.
Then Sis had the bright idea to get her eyelashes dyed. I jumped on the bandwagon and decided to one up her. Lashes AND brows. Bring it!
We lucked into a walk-in appointment at a fancy little spa in the area. Weren't we feeling the magic?
The nice lady put tape under our eyes, to prevent the dye from seeping all over everywhere.
When removing my sister's tape, the nice lady took skin. OUCH!
When removing my tape, the nice lady said "OOOPS!" The tape didn't prevent seeping.
She tried to remove the oops with some kind of acid. (Well, that's what it felt like, as I jumped out of the treatment bed. )
Then Sis had the bright idea to get her eyelashes dyed. I jumped on the bandwagon and decided to one up her. Lashes AND brows. Bring it!
We lucked into a walk-in appointment at a fancy little spa in the area. Weren't we feeling the magic?
The nice lady put tape under our eyes, to prevent the dye from seeping all over everywhere.
When removing my sister's tape, the nice lady took skin. OUCH!
When removing my tape, the nice lady said "OOOPS!" The tape didn't prevent seeping.
She tried to remove the oops with some kind of acid. (Well, that's what it felt like, as I jumped out of the treatment bed. )
Yes. I went home looking like this. Nope. I didn't have to pay for the Alice Cooper look. Wasn't I lucky?
Thankfully, it's worn off now. And my sister's skin grew back, too.
Note to self: From this day forward, avoid the nice lady at the fancy spa.
Happy Day!
~Mindy
ps. This didn't ruin our day. As soon as we got in the car, we called Mom and the laughing started up all over again!