The Mascara Graveyard

Where do they all go?  The unused mascaras?  The mascaras that we used once and didn't like? The ones that were too clumpy, Tammy Fayish or...clowny?  Waterproof ones that leave you with two black eyes the following day? There's brown, brown black and blackest black.  Now that's black.  There are now colors too, but that, I'm not going to factor in.  It's tax time and too many numbers to crunch already.  I'm not real big on make up but I do like enhancing what I have, especially if going out or wanting to embrace and nourish my looks while I still sort of have them (enter English self deprecating humor here).  Even if I'm just doing a 4 hour shift for a shut in/ or a hopeful jaunt to a thrift shop.  I have so many mascaras that I didn't care for so I put them in a zip lock.  No need for repurchasing and not learning the lesson the first time.  A friend of mine says, maybe use those or old ones for the bottom lashes.  I can't do that!!  I'll have black eyes.  Now when I was younger...I could do both.  So here I have a bundle of 'scaras in many shapes and promises.  It's kept in my car.  I guess this is in case I'm in a "need a new mascara" mood.  I'll glance at baggy and dive into the unknown world of lash enhancement.  It's so risky, but then again, I am a risk taker.  It's my Iberian gene.

The One That Got Away