It was my daughter who found the lead. But it was my pharmacist who confirmed it.
A few days after that famous Sunday, I went to see Nathalie, my pharmacist for 15 years. I asked her directly: "Is there a mascara for eyelashes like mine?"
She looked at me with a smile. "You're the third person this week to ask me that."
And she explained to me what no advertisement had ever told me.
That after menopause, the eyelash changes its structure. That it needs a different, gentler formula, without drying chemical agents. That above all, it needs a different brush, not those huge brushes that "miss" fine eyelashes, but a micro-brush capable of reaching every single lash.
And that there was now a new generation of mascaras designed precisely for that. With a sheathing film technology that coats the lash instead of clumping it. That doesn't run, even on hooded eyelids. And that washes off with warm water, without rubbing.
"Try it," she told me. "You'll get your look back."
I was only half convinced. But when your trusted pharmacist looks you in the eye and tells you to try... you try.