I enter the studio, a little before the client, I was late for my mother's birth - if I manage to arrive early enough to at least take off my jacket and wash my hands - I'm on a horse!
"Ding-dong" at the door. I'm opening. A young lady of about 19-20 grandiose years enters, of course - full of make-up, all dressed up - did you go to the prom?!🤷
"Here, sit down, let me set up your workspace for you, and in the meantime, let's talk a little about eyelashes..."
Just a little one who starts from the cannon: "Ah, don't worry, I know everything about eyelashes, I've probably had them extended five or six times by now! I'd like to try that volume, Russian!!! What they call 10D is long, all the way to the eyebrows!"
Ouch!😱😱
Favorite type – the client called “I know everything!”
OOOkkkeejjjj, Tea – you have two choices – to immediately show her out the door or to try to explain yourself nicely (yes, you are not paid, nor trained as a psychologist, but… you can… try it).
Common sense, an "angel" from one shoulder begging me - "Hey, you don't need this, forget it!"
But the other "devil" on the other shoulder says: "Truth or dare?!"
Well – this is going to be a challenge – yes!
I leave the tweezers in the sterilizer, sit across from the little one (“Little one” because I can be her mother in a relaxed way) and start explaining: You know… What you imagined – it won't work that way…
I get a look that says only one thing: “Mooooooooooliiimm?!?”
Yes… It has begun…
Well, the kind of eyelashes you describe will destroy your natural eyelashes and...blablablabla...blablabla...blabla....
I can clearly see from the lady's expression that "blablabla..." is all she hears.
He changes colors, expressions, grimaces, moods, fidgets while I talk – and I try to be as nice as possible (anyone who knows me personally – it's not easy for them to imagine me calm and composed...).
“But you know….. Here! Look at the picture on Instagram – here I have exactly those eyelashes – you can see it!”
I look at the picture, trying to hide my shock and disbelief.... Some "brushes" really stand on her eyes. You won't get that here - I think.
Even if I want to do this - I can't. And even if I could - I won't. And even if I want to - I won't. Inside, I'm fighting on 1001 fronts, and the little one is going crazy, excitedly showing "the great eyelashes she did in Vienna during the summer vacation at the fax machine".
Do yaya,,,, the famous "Becki volume". I take pictures of the eyelashes I've done so far, show them, offer various versions... I show pictures of colleagues who are much better than me, whose works I can "take down" here and there... No use.
Either it's not black enough, or it's not "catty", or it's not long enough.....
I give a "mini course" in explaining what and how it can be done, how much length compared to natural, I promise her that we will "steal" another 1 mm extra, so the world won't end if I put her 13 instead of 12 as the longest.... When it: "Yuuuuuu? Well, I was 16 in length!"
Look young lady - I don't have that here. The longest I've had is 15, and that's only because it's in the MIX box and serves no purpose. Maybe one day I will decorate some plastic bears from kinder eggs with them and make hairy guinea pigs from those eyelashes - different - for me - they have no purpose.
Young lady – taken aback. To put it mildly.... She would leave right away, but now she has nowhere to go, and tomorrow she's already thought of doing something smart, so she needs eyelashes.... We'll meet at 12-13 and I promise a few 14 if there's space... (I lie like a dog! I probably lie about the 13 mm ones too, but maybe I'll plant two or three hair dryers, solid eyelashes sticking out from under a ton of mascara - 14 won't even see it, that's a fact).
"And you know – I've only done mink so far and you have them?"
I think to myself: Oh! You were working on Mink – right?!
I can't explain the saga of the SAME material being processed differently and that she didn't even see that "Mink" of hers....
I decide to continue in my previous style: "Of course - just mink and I'll have it." I'm crying with laughter inside :D ...and pain. :/
Well, when it's a ball, let it be masked!
I was about to start the preparation when she said: "And what glue do you use? They worked with XXXX glue in Vienna, so it took me 4 weeks, and here a girl worked with YYYY glue and it took me even a month and a half - although she strictly stressed that there is no washing, so maybe that's why..... Oo
It's a girl... that's why... It's safe... It's time for Aunt Tea to get Bromazepam, so let's start...
"Young lady, I have an excellent, imported glue - relax, your new eyelashes will last you a long time, but promise me that you will wash them regularly. Otherwise, it will be a disaster. Now let's go wash ourselves, take off our makeup, because we can't do anything like this."
"Should we take off our makeup?!?! :O
What do you mean I should be completely without makeup?!?!?!
I've never done it like that!!! Well, I wanted to have coffee with my friend right after - how will I do without makeup?!?!
Ooooooo, soooooo, how?!?!?!” Whoa, lol.....
I pick up the phone to see if I have a colleague who is not too nice to me - and she has an appointment... No, I don't. And I'm not a scumbag.
And somewhere, around that nanosecond where the drama queen mourns the fate of her soon-to-be-lost make-up - the "real" Thea and her well-known temperament surface: "Listen, little one - if you want to get out of here TODAY with eyelashes, a sink and let's get started, there's a make-up studio in the other room - you'll do your own make-up "for free" and go wherever you want after this, but wash your face - you have to! Or nothing - try somewhere else."
A little anger, a little grumbling – they lie on the table and we begin. Finally!
Instead of a couple of hours of silence, she chatters about what she can do, I, a fool, catch myself and answer... Instead of shortening, I lengthen. "Experienced..."
Drained of energy, twisted spine, lungs full of cyanoacrylate, I finally hand her a mirror.
The set is quite decent. In relation to that "beauty" from Instagram is the concept of perfection. The lady looked at herself and was as excited as an unbaked loaf of bread - "Well, this is also okay..." Level of satisfaction at the level of an earthworm.
Three seconds of silence, I silently say "Auuuuummmmm" and with a sour smile I say: "I'm so glad!"
That "angel" on my shoulder nudges me with his elbow and says - "Did I tell you to give up - you goose?!?!"
In the hope and almost 100% certainty that we will never see each other again, I wish her warm regards and a pleasant evening.
Because – the client is always right!
Yeah... Right!
Greetings to everyone and stay safe!
Tea Bahun Csernik
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"A Drama Called Eyelashes" - His Side of the Story
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