Charlotte Tilbury

We're a few days past payday and I've been longing to spoil myself with something frivolous for months now.  After reading my Elle magazine horoscope as usual on the website, a link at the bottom took me to the Charlotte Tilbury website.  I've been eyeing up CT since it launched and I happened to click on best sellers and then Full Fat Lashes, review after review, full to the brim of praises.

My current mascara is pretty much dust so I thought, OK, this will be my splurge.  So on my lunch break, I hot footed it to one of the big department stores near work.  When I just want to browse, I can't do so in peace due to the questioning on if I need any help.  When I need help, well, two assistants are discussing paperwork, (binder is open,) two assistants are taking the photo of one of the assistants in front of the display. 

At this point, I would usually turn and walk away, leaving behind me an invisible cloud of huff.  But, I usually do so and end up without anything I have given great thought to.  Anyway, I approached one member of staff and she was great.  Where I thought there was only one mascara available, she began to explain that there are two.  I was just about to go with the one I'd read the review on when the assistant explained that the other option is relatively new, and then I hear...

'It's the best mascara, I'll be back to buy another and I'll never wear anything else again.'  This is the voice of the beautiful woman standing behind me, big blue eyes, I'm guessing in her sixties, long, doll like, perfectly painted eyelashes.  'Ahhh, but did you have long eyelashes like that anyway?'  'I've had chemo, I had nothing left.'

Well you can't really argue with that can you?  The beautiful shopper is gone and I have purchased via her recommendation.

Next day, my lashes do indeed look blacker, longer and glossier.  The formula is supposed to contain a serum to help them grow, on that, I will let you know.