I had an instance later that winter that made me rethink extensions. One day, a fiber from a sweater that I had been wearing somehow got embedded in between my lashes. The fiber was poking my eyeball with every blink. I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t find the fiber with my fingers, but I had to get it out! When I tell you it was killing me, it felt like it was scraping my eyeball out. My eyes were watering, my anxiety was getting so bad, no matter what I tried, I could not get this fiber out of my lashes. I found a spoolie and tried brushing through my lashes, no luck. This went on for what seemed like forever, but I did eventually get the fiber out. I plucked out a few lashes in the process, but some loss is to be expected every month, so it was fine.
Then COVID hit in March 2020. I worked at my church at the time, and our staff quarantined for 5 or 6 weeks by working at home. Services went online and even when Easter rolled around, we held services on the front sidewalk of our building and people sat in their cars. I couldn’t justify spending the money on eyelash extensions when I wasn’t seeing anyone other than my husband and son.
Slowly but surely, most of the lashes fell out and I pulled the last few remaining ones off myself. My eyelashes were shot after that, they were minuscule, tiny little stubby lashes that you could barely see. Effectively, my eyes were bald! Mascara didn’t even help. I knew I wanted them to grow back quickly, so I went online to find out where and how to get a prescription for Latisse.