TBH, it's been a little while since I got my last set of extensions. In my old hometown, extension fills cost me $100 every four weeks, which was a little embarrassing when I compared it what I was contributing to my 401(k) every month. I was excited to try them again -- for research purposes, of course.

Before my service, Terrill asked me to fill out a release form and some paperwork, the kind you've probably done if you've ever had a facial: lifestyle habits, skin-care routine, allergies -- you know the drill. Then, we discussed the lash look I wanted to achieve. I told her I was interested in a natural look; I requested extensions a little longer than my natural lashes, but fuller and slightly curlier, with an overall rounded shape. ('Cat-eye' lashes, which are heavier at the outer corners, make my eyes look droopy.)

After that, Terrill got to work. I lay down in the incredibly cozy chair while Terrill carefully taped over my lower lashes with paper tape. (Pads or tape keep the lower lash line from getting sticky with lash extension glue.) With my eyes closed, Terrill applied a variety of Xtreme Lashes extensions -- 0.15 millimeters in width and 8 to 11 millimeters long -- dipping each one in adhesive before painstakingly positioning it on top of my natural lashes. In a little less than two hours, Terrill applied more than 100 lash extensions to each of my eyes. When she was done with the application, she spent a few minutes drying my extensions with a small handheld fan before sending me on my way.

As soon as I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, I remembered what I love about lash extensions. Just when I thought I was bored to death of my face, it was suddenly new again. My eyes looked bigger, brighter and younger; my features appeared more proportional. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. My boyfriend was even more entranced with my new look than I was. For a full day, he seemed to get lost in my eyes, whispering things like, "Your eyelashes look amazing in this light."

Probably the best part about my lash extensions is how much time they shave off my morning routine. Without lash extensions, I wore mascara, liquid liner, eye primer and, occasionally, eye shadow; I was always the last person at the brunch table. Now, my eye makeup regimen consists of neutral eye shadow or nothing at all, and I feel just as confident walking out the door.

Lash extensions may cost a wad of cash, but if you're like me, they make you feel like a million bucks. With my retirement and savings accounts in a much happier place, I've given up resisting my beauty obsession. My next appointment is in exactly three weeks.