When did my eyelids turn to crepe paper?

I’ve never been a real eyeshadow kind of gal.  My eyelid landscape is less pastoral and more one bedroom walk-up.  Sure, in my late teens, I went all out with the blue eyeliner and shadow, but lately, I’ve stuck mostly to some eyeliner on my upper lids.  If I’m heading out for something fancy, something festive, I might throw on some shimmery highlights to make  my eyes looks bigger than they actually are.  Not anime big – that’d be impossible, and just fucking creepy – but big–ger.

Sometime in the last month, my eyelid canvas lost its stretch.  This past week alone – filled with holiday events – has sent me on a fruitless search for my lost lid collagen.   

Maybe it’s under the couch…  Well there you are – climb back up here you little dickens!

Putting on simple eyeliner now involves carefully pulling my upper lid into some semblance of smooth all the while guesstimating the costs of a eye lift.  For eons we have been told to only use our ring finger to smooth
anything near our eyes, on account of the fact that the skin there is so freaking delicate.  I’m now terrified that if I use more than one finger to do the stretching for eyeliner, that I’ll actually leave a tear in my crepe papery eyelids.

“Heather, how are you?”

“Feeling less like myself and more like Yzma from The Emperor’s New Groove… and you?”

But, on the bright side, my eyelids are so loose that I can now use them for finger plucking percussion!