I know what you're thinking. Yep. That little dohickey up there looks a tad more ... stout than usual. In fact, that brush is a straight up ball. A mascara ball. Say quoi?
I can't deny weird new makeup products. I found this bad boy online when my DiorShow dried out, and so I smothered on my fav Diane von Furstenberg lipstick and headed to Sephora pronto to pick up this mascara. Upon entering, a gay man asked me what I needed. "The, uh, new ball mascara thing," I stammered. I secretly didn't think he'd know what I was talking about because, um, he's a dude. Nevertheless, he fluttered his eyelashes at me and said, "Oooh, girl. I've tried it. It's right over there."
I whipped out the Givenchy wand and marveled over the brush, wondering what kind of damage it could do without me having any clue how to use it. I bought it anyway.
Got home, headed straight to my double-door mirror, with my new eyelash curler in tow. I started dabbing at my eyelashes gently. The box claimed since the brush was so small, that not a stinkin' eyelash was free of my mascara. Boy, were they right. After putting ...