Get ready to laugh, cringe, and maybe even shed a tear as we dive into the world of lashing with our “Confessions of a Lash Artist” series. This monthly feature will showcase the candid, hilarious, and sometimes downright bizarre experiences shared by our talented ALA members.
Have you ever had a client fall asleep and start snoring loudly in the middle of a session? Or perhaps you’ve accidentally glued a client’s eye shut (don’t worry, it happens to the best of us!). Whatever your story may be, we want to hear it.
Submit your confessions (our lips are sealed) and each month, we’ll select a few to share anonymously with our community. Whether it’s a funny mishap, an unexpected encounter, or a heartwarming moment, your stories will entertain and inspire fellow lash artists around the globe.
So, get ready to spill the tea (or lash glue) and join us on this hilarious journey through the trials and triumphs of lashing. Read on below for our first installment of “Confessions of a Lash Artist”!
DISCLAIMER: This series is for entertainment purposes only. Always seek medical advice from licensed professionals and adhere to health and safety guidelines. These stories may showcase artist decisions that the American Lash Association would not support and does not constitute an endorsement.
Confessions of a Lash Artist - "Isolation Tweezer Stabbing"
I had just gotten my cosmetology license and was working at a franchise. It was maybe my third week doing classic lashes. I was still a newbie! One day, a client came in for a volume lash appointment, but the lash artist she booked with called out and hadn’t informed her in time. So, they gave her to me. The client wanted 6D pre-made fans, which wouldn’t have been a problem, except that no one had ever shown me how to apply them properly.
Being an anxious person, I was already shaking. I managed to apply a few lashes, but I was still nervous. During the appointment, the client told me she was a boxer, had just won a match, and was gearing up for another soon. At that point, I don’t know what happened… but my isolation tweezer slipped right out of my hands and landed sticking straight up—right into my client’s forehead. 😭
She gasped, and in a panic, I quickly yanked it out. She asked, “Oh no, what happened?” Her eyes were still closed, and she didn’t even sit up! Remember, she was a boxer—tiny but a professional. So, I quickly said something like, “Oh, adhesive got on the tweezer, and somehow it pulled a few strands of hair,” and I profusely apologized.
She replied, “Oh good! I thought you stabbed me.” I said, “Oh gosh, no!” She didn’t speak for the rest of the appointment, and I never saw her again.
