If youve read my ELLE column, you might find this hard to believe. After all, theres a reason its titled Beauty Extremist: over the past year, Ive tried and tested everything from boob jabs to eyebrow transplants (as well as laser liposuction, IPL hair removal, lip implants, Botox, fillers the list goes on). But I dont like the kind of treatments that most other people relish: manicures, pedicures, massages and facials are not relaxing in my book, just time-consuming. Im always on the lookout for things that simplify my routine.
So eyelash extensions seemed worth a try. Although these have been around for a few years and are worn by pretty much every Hollywood star you could think of they are only just beginning to reach high street ubiquity. Basically, theyre false lashes applied individually to your own. After the initial application, they stay attached for about six weeks or until your real lashes fall out. As someone whose Chanel make-up bag contains only mascara and eyeliner, extensions promise to cut down my time in front of the mirror each morning by 50 percent. No matter that they cost £150 and take two hours to put on.
Of course, I fiddle with my new eyelashes. I go to a wedding and pile on mascara, then pull out half of them when I drunkenly take it off at 4am. But they just keep on being fabulous. I forget I have eyelash extensions I get used to waking up in the morning and looking like Ive been genetically blessed.
The trouble with this, of course, is that I want to keep having them done. I return for top-ups every couple of weeks; each lash that falls out feels like a little loss.
Ironically, my need for a time-saving treatment has turned into an all-consuming obsession.