My New Lashes
I have no eyelashes. So when I find a miraculous mascara that gives me visible, dare I say l
ong lashes, well, I’m ecstatic. I am so happy, I just might stand at my front door and tell all the people that drive by to stop and look at them. Or maybe not. They might want to come in and my house is a total wreck.
Anyway, the mascara that gives me spectacular lashes is called Imju Fiberwig and I love it immensely. Not only does it give me noticeable lashes, but it doesn’t smudge or run. I wore it on our trip to Chattanooga at an amusement park and at the end of the long, hot day, there were no raccoon eyes on this girly girl.
If you ever see me in person you might ask yourself, “That girl is excited about THOSE lashes?” Please remember that I have horrible, nonexistent puny little wanna-be lashes. So of course I’m going to be happy when a product creates something from almost nothing. My lashes would be almost invisible without it.
This mascara is a must for those of us who weren’t blessed with good lashes and those of us who aren’t coordinated enough to figure out false ones.


It was on this visit to the Holy Hall of Makeup that I discovered a powerful secret that would change my life.
No! I am not kidding. This beauty trick actually made my eyes look brighter. I looked rested even though I’d been up late every night of our trip.