“….like the lasting remnant of a summer strawberry.”
Those of you who’ve taken classes with me for years know I read the paper. I read the Sunday New York Times from my tub and it takes me until Thursday night.
There’s a great article by Amanda Fortini in the magazine this week about lipstick. (By “the magazine” I mean The New York Times Style Magazine.) Maybe because I wasn’t allowed to wear red lipstick in high school, I think red lipstick is the height of woman-hood. I am, like the author unlikely to paint on showy make up every day. No one’s mistaken me for a glamour girl or a diva, in day to day life. Yet the line in Breakfast at Tiffany’s where Audrey Hepburn says, “hand me my purse darling a girl can’t read that kind of thing with out her lipstick” stirs my inner Aphrodite and inspires all the bliss of being a woman.
But I am all 42 years into woman hood now with the wrinkles to prove I’ve done hard things and I’ve laughed a lot more than I’ve cringed. I have lines in my skin and I wonder how red lipstick may bleed into my lip line like the raspy voiced, chain smoking piano teacher I had as a kid? (She had red lines of her mouth etching outward like a mini rivers of blood flowing from a dangerous sea.) Do I need a primer? a plumper? I need a plan!
The plan: layer layer layer: bases, lip liners and pigments and then blot blot, fading out the color in order to look berry stained rather than painted on. The formulas of new lipsticks bleed less but they still sell bases. Your finished look is beautiful prepared for an evening of LIFE, eating drinking kissing and smiling. Not to slick or perfect (whew) I’m in – all in!
I bought a Wallgreens option for $30 Sally Hansen primer Covergirl liner (Passion) and Covergirl Blastfipstick (Vixen) as well as a Nordstrom option fro $65 Kisskiss lip lift and a Nars (Fire down below) I think I’ll wear them all at once. Why not?
Living lean is as much about filling your cup with life, sometimes its about what fills you up away apart from meals, for me, today, it’s lipstick – what is your appetite for life craving? What fills your cup?