Cilea’s story continues and results pics

Well, it’s turned into a soap opera, hasn’t it?

I dropped my tube of Cilea eyelash growth stimulator, and broke it, but managed to save some in the bottom of the tube, so I’m still using my meager, broken leftovers. Because guess why? I think this stuff is really working.

Here is a picture from last month of my lashes after one week of Cilea usage, taken outside, natural light, no makeup on.

And here is a picture after 3-4 weeks of usage, taken inside because it was freezing out this month, and the flash went off, but with no makeup still.

So it seems that my observational assessment of my lashes being slightly longer is actually true! And I have to admit, I was surprised to see how much the density and number of lashes has really improved. And the flash made them look very glossy, no?

Lastly, here is a picture taken today, after 5 weeks of daily usage, outside with no flash and no makeup either. When compared to the first photo, also outside, I think you can see the best before-and-after example.

And here’s one last anecdote…

On the suggestion of Bravo Ho mom2cagc, I called the company last week to tell them about the tragedy of my broken Cilea tube. The lady I spoke to sent an email *to the company’s president* about the issue to find out what he wanted to do.

Turns out, the pres instructed her to sell me another tube at about a 40% discount from regular retail price. Which I do appreciate, and I have to admit, I was surprised to have the customer sales rep call me back (I didn’t hound them!) personally.

Cilea’s grade just went way up: B-. I would mark them higher, but I wish I could have sent my broken tube to the company for an exchange, instead of having to wait to save up the money and buy the replacement tube.

But, you decide for yourself! What do you think, is it in my head or do you see a difference too?

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Published in: on January 20, 2011 at 11:02 am  Comments (4)  
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For the love of high heels

People often remark on my heels. I don’t know why. Perhaps because from age of 18-37 I refused to wear them (except at my wedding, or onstage as part of my costume). Why? I hated high heels. I have been known to declare, “Heels are torture devices, designed by men, just like the bra!” or “Function, not fashion!”

Can you believe I was ever so stubborn? If you know me, of course you can. So for several decades, I *never* wore heels. And then, I had an epiphany, as I am wont to do.

You see, I’m surrounded by testosterone. Every day of my life is about crazy-boy-energy or crazy-man-energy. Robots and guns, sticks used as swords in the backyard, and mixed martial arts. It’s kung fu and karate chops all day long around here, “Hi-YA! Hi-YA!” Even my toddler already has his testosterone pumping, “Fight fight BOOM!”

So I must guard my estrogen. I must protect it from the onslaught of masculinity that is my daily existence. And when the Great Fashion Epiphany of ’07 struck me, along for the ride came a love affair for high heels. The higher the better!

I wear shoes that men don’t wear. I wear shoes that no one would ever mistake as belonging to my sons, or to my husband. Two inch heels are like tennis shoes to me, I can do anything all day long in 2 inch heels. Four inch heels are more my standard attire, a nice height to see the world from.

But the uber-heels are my favorites, “tranny shoes” as Rachel Zoe would say. I have several pairs of shoes and boots that are 5 and 6 inch heels. With those on, I stand on demi-pointe, a feat my former-ballerina self delights in.

I view the world at a staggering 6’2″ in height, and find myself looking men dead in the eye (which many find unusual). You should see men back up when they realize you’re looking at them, literally, eye to eye. Sometimes, I find myself looking down upon men, another unusual vantage point for many women to ever experience. It changes things, don’t think it doesn’t. Most men like it, you can tell, but some don’t.

As for me?

I rise above, darlings. I rise above.

With my heels on, I am Woman, Hear me Roar. With my heels on, I feel feminine in a world awash with mud and Transformers.

So now you know. I wear my heels because they are my last bastion of femininity in my boy-laden reality. I wear my high heels like the Queen wears her tiaras… as a statement of my feminine beauty and power.

Published in: on January 18, 2011 at 9:33 am  Comments (4)  
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Cilea sadness

It’s nearly been 4 weeks since I began using this non-prescription eyelash growth stimulator. And although the results have not blown me away, I will grudgingly admit that my eyelashes are about a millimeter or 2 longer. How can I tell? I’ve been using the non-scientific method of looking under my eyes, and visually measuring the gap where my lashes end and my eyebrow begins.

But that’s not why I’m sad.

I’m sad because last night I accidentally dropped the Cilea tube and it shattered upon impact with my bathroom tile floor. I may be able to use the stuff for another week or so before the last drop dries out, now that it’s no longer contained.

I’d insert curse words to demonstrate how strongly I really feel about this, but I try to keep my blogs to a PG-13 rating.

However, Cilea is now officially a waste of my money. If a tube can’t take being dropped *once* on a tile floor what kind of product quality control is that?

Grade: D+. You passed, Cilea, but only because your product produces meager results instead of completely wasting my time and money. Overall impression, not worth your investment. Not even if Vicki Gunvalson gives you a discount code.

And a note to potential Cilea customers: Use while standing on carpet floors only. Trust me.

Published in: on January 11, 2011 at 11:39 am  Comments (1)  
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Gel nails are driving me to distraction

I started this blog because I get quasi-obsessed about fashion and beauty topics on a regular basis, and blogging is therapeutic. We’ve seen it happen… red LED skin care, chem peels, not to mention what happens when leopard print or red plaid cravings hit me in the closet.

Today? Gel nails. Spent hours obsessing on it after Google-ing last night. It’s a natural extension to my desire to have long lasting manicures, despite being an active Mommy. Remember my Minx nails obsession that never came to be?

Gel manicures are the latest (and shellac is *so* 2010).  More substantial than nail polish, yet less troublesome (and stinky) to apply than acryllics. The youtube videos explain it better…

A lot of steps though, no? As usual, my thrifty nature has me seeking to do it myself.

A typical gel manicure costs $40 and lasts two weeks. A typical gel kit from Sally Beauty Supply is $40, but is good for “50 manicures.” Oh, did we forget to mention you’ll need the special UV light to cure the gel? That’s another $50. Not so cheap either.

Now what? EBAY! (Of course, this is Alissa, people). On Ebay, UV nail lights are closer to $20 (there are cheaper, but I only buy inside the US), and gel kits are also available at about half the price of standard retail.

We’re so post-Christmas broke right now that I’ll have to delay gratification on this matter, but if it keeps my interest I’ll likely pick up supplies for my DIY at home experiment. I’ll keep you posted!

Published in: on January 4, 2011 at 8:57 am  Comments (2)  
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