In this day and age where we are constantly asked to do more with less, I found myself at a workshop on process mapping late last year.
Process mapping, in case you're not familiar with the term, is basically a visual depiction of the flow of activities of a process. You have an input, you have an output, you have your steps that transform your inputs into outputs, yadda yadda yadda. You get the picture, right?
The beauty of process mapping is that it can often highlight the problems that exist within a current process, which can lead to streamlining those processes and making things more efficient. Or something. (I'm not exactly an expert at this after one workshop.)
Anyway, to practice making process maps, the workshop leaders had all the attendees make a process map of how we get ready in the morning.
What I learned was, I spend a stupid amount of time on my eye makeup.
Granted, I don't have to. It's a personal choice. But all my life I've envied girls who have naturally long and feathery eyelashes, and every morning I would spend an inordinate amount of time curling, mascara-ing, re-curling and re-mascara-ing my eyelashes just so they wouldn't be invisible and/or stick straight down into my eyes. And for special occasions, I'd glue on the strip lashes.
All of this, for the pursuit of prettiness.
So in this workshop I realized that my stupid step of eyelash-primping took me forever, and it was there that my getting-ready-in-the-morning process screeched to an interminable halt every morning. I wish it was simply a matter of sweeping on a coat of mascara and running out the door for me, but...it's not.
And then, one day (several weeks after I'd gone to the workshop) a co-worker of mine mentioned that a few of her friends had gotten eyelash extensions.
I'd never really wanted to get eyelash extensions before, since it seemed like the kind of thing that only High Maintenance Girls do. But my co-worker talked about how nice they looked, and how they lasted for almost two months before they needed refills, and I got excited. I've mentioned once or twice on this blog that I'm kind of lazy. So when the possibility arose to cut down on the time it takes me to get ready in the morning and grab a few more precious minutes of sleep (or "shutsy" as the hockey players like to call it), I jumped to action and started doing research.
Because, you know. YOLO. And all that. ^_-
After some checking around, I settled on a lash specialist in the Irvine area named Trang. She came highly recommended to me by my friends, so a couple of weeks ago I went in to get lash-ified.
Here are the before/after pictures (compiled using DipTic):
Trang was very gentle and sweet, and spent some time asking me questions about my daily makeup routine so as to have a better idea of what kind of "look" to give me. There are so many shapes and sizes of lashes that can be used, it's important to know what kind of look you're going for so she can pick the right lash look for you. Since I was planning on heading to Las Vegas for the NHL Awards (yes, again), she opted to give me a "natural" look with just a little extra "oomph" for the Vegas-y part.
She started at my inner eyes with a 7mm length, and she extended them out as far as 12mm at the corners to give me a "cat-eye" look. Each extension was glued straight onto my own natural lashes as I laid comfortably on a massage table and listened to classical music.
I've had my extensions on for over two weeks now, and I have to say - I like them a lot. I don't have to wear any mascara at all, and it cuts my makeup routine down by a ton. I love waking up in the morning and not having to grapple with my eyelash curler. In fact, just the other morning, my husband looked at me and proclaimed, "It's like you already have your makeup done!"
It's like having an easy button for my eye makeup! ^_^
Here's how they look, two weeks after application and with no makeup (sorry for the blown out picture quality)...
...and because no Kathryn post would be complete without something somewhat hockey-related, here's a quick Instagram snap of me at the Wynn Las Vegas, meeting Pekka Rinne of the Nashville Predators (yes, again)...
Mr. Rinne didn't walk away with the Vezina Trophy this year, but...he...has the...trophy to my heart?
I hope you don't mind this little (well, not so little...rather verbose, actually!) non-outfit-related post!
As always, kiitos käsittelyssä!*
*thank you for reading! (...at least, that's what the Finnish-English translator said it meant.)