I never thought I’d try fake lashes but here we are.

Since I’ve been doing my makeup more these days, I’ve come to realize I need to bring my eyes out more—and I found a decent mascara but it still didn’t give me the ooomph I was looking for. So for awhile now I’ve been thinking about trying fake lashes. I never would have even thought about it except a bunch of my friends (and online makeup friends) wear them and they just look gorgeous. (Prior to getting in the makeup biz, I honestly thought fake lashes were strictly for professionals—models, movie stars, TV personalities—I never realized real people wore them every day!)

Well, I decided to order some very inexpensive ones to try—just to see if I could even put them on halfway successfully/deal with sticking something to my eyelid without looking like a clown. So I invited my friend Heidi over to assist—she wears them regularly and was going to be my support system. :)

And you know what? I LOOOOVE THEM. Holy cow. I’ll start with the After pic.

Amazing, right? Yet they still look natural enough, right?

I wasn’t completely successful with my first application—I overtrimmed one (and then consequently placed it too far inward) but overall it was easier than I thought it would be and I loved the look. It did take some getting used to to have a plastic strip attached to my eyelid but after a few hours it was almost unnoticeable. And of course I’ll get better with time. That said, I definitely won’t be wearing them all the time. But I do like them.

Before / Half done / After

In different lighting:

With my lash muse, Heidi:

My family had no idea I was trying them (I did them during the day) and I bet Heidi that Katie would notice and Tom wouldn’t. Within minutes of Katie getting off the bus—before we even made it home from the bus stop—she said I did something to my face, looked at me closer, then said it was my eyes. Ding! Ding! Ding! It took Tom a bit longer and he didn’t technically say anything (I had to ask but he said he did) but I’d say Katie won. :)

Kidisms 45

I leaned over to kiss Tom.

Grannie and Papa sent a package with stuff to store for them and included a few small packages for me, Katie, and Owen. Katie handed them out and saw that there wasn’t one for Tom.
Katie: Why isn’t there one for daddy?
Me: They must not have found anything for him.
Katie: They should have done one with beer.

Tom told Owen he loved him.
Owen: Yeah, I know. From the beginning.

I was watching Ellen and Justin Timberlake was on and though Katie knows who he is, she sometimes gets him confused with another blonde singer:
Oh wow! Is that Justin BEAVERTON?! [Going for Justin Bieber]

Katie was showing Tom her valentines and was putting them back in the white bag she decorated:
Here’s my owl bag. As you will recognize.

Katie’s little love notes take a strange turn.

So Katie is still getting little love notes from Thomas on the bus. This one came yesterday with her saying he wanted a playdate. Fine, right? Look at the text. Do you see what I see?

❤️ Hey baby how do you make Katie get back together with me

😂 but also 😳, right?

Even though it’s coming from a Kindergartener it seems somewhat concerning. I emailed both teachers (he’s not in her class) just to sort of give them an FYI/heads up and to see if they’ve noticed anything weird. Katie’s teacher responded that they’d talk to them (I haven’t heard back yet if it’s happened).

Oh the teen years are going to be a joy…

Welcome to Illinois Axe Murderer Dinner

Our Tivo friends Jami and David prepared a dinner in our honor to welcome us to Illinois. It was originally going to be our first dinner there…until we ended up going last-minute to one of their previous dinners. As usual, everything was DIVINE…and we came home with leftovers once again. :)

I wanted to try my infamous selfie shot but we went the easy route since the kids were with us—Owen was our group photographer.

The Menu

Searing the sous vide prime rib.

Checking on the kids who were being amazing in the living room. They had their iPad, Netflix, and pizza…the kid trifecta.

Part of the aftermath.

I hate when they get off their sleep schedule but I have good memories of sleeping in the car on the way home from family events (and being carried into the house by my dad) that I feel it’s only fair they get to experience it, too. 💗 Katie was out within five minutes; Owen took about 10.