This morning, I drew the best eyeliner line ever on my right eyelid. Really, it was PERFECT! I should have taken a photo of it, in all its skinny, smudgeless glory. Quite pleased with myself, I popped the eyeliner brush back in its tube in preparation of what would surely be an equally successful left eye application.
Then, this happened:
The bristles refused to go back. I began to trim off the stragglers with my nail clippers, but soon realized they were all stragglers. In desperation, (hey, I had only one eye lined. And it was perfect!) the brush was washed clean, dried, and doused with half a can of hairspray to help hold its shape.
Still, the bristled splayed out, laughing at me and my absurd one-eyed makeup.