Is there possibly anything more relaxing and luxurious than lounging around a hair salon and spa all day long?  Maybe, but not too many.

This is how I spent last Thursday; arrived at nine and did not depart till four.  Smashing highlights, facials, Martin Scorsese eyebrows ripped off; all wonderful and divine and yet it gets better.  I had the utmost pleasure of experiencing firsthand the most exciting and brilliant invention since the wheel.

Everyone leaned forward expectantly.

Are ya ready?

Eyelash tinting.  

No no no!  Don’t run off yet; I’m serious.  Every woman in the world needs to run out and have this done now.  I will never touch mascara again.  Not that I ever mastered the damn technique anyway, and even if by the grace of God I somehow managed not to have the dreaded spider lash look, a few hours later I would inevitably have the raccoon look.  Believe me I tried a shitload of products.  Even got this stuff from Urban Decay called Galoshes for your eyelashes; still didn’t work!

Now eyelash tinting?  No more raccoon eyes, no more poking your eye out with the damn brush and it lasts for four weeks.  And did I mention you wake up in the morning looking hot?

Pffft!  Nuff said.