This, as you might have guessed from the title, is an ode to my Shu Umera eyelash curlers. After several years as my curler of choice and my lash wing woman, they’ve only gone and conked it. And I’m devastated.
Yep, my pride and joy, the curl to my lashes, the peanut butter to my jelly, have gone to a better place. I can no longer rely on them for the perfect flutter of lashes and that just breaks my heart.
These days my lashes are all straight and pointy. Gone are the luscious, perfectly curled spiders legs. Instead I’m stuck with what I grew naturally. And some days that’s just not good enough for me.
I’ve tried what feels like every curl-busting mascara on the market and have ended up pledging alliance with my trusty Lancôme Hypnose. But the curlers give me that extra va va voom.
So it won’t come as a surprise that I’ve rushed online to order another pair. Because I couldn’t, for the life of me, find any replacement pads that seemed genuine.
I’m always chasing that optimum curl. Tell me your lash secrets.