Lipstick . . . Don’t Leave Home Without It
Lipstick is always on my lips and a tube is always in my bag (or pocketbook, depending upon which region of the country you’re in. I used to say ‘pocketbook’ because I was raised in Brooklyn–that’s what we say in Brooklyn–and when I moved to Manhattan, way back when, I switched to ‘handbag’ which I shortened to ‘bag’ . . . but I digress . . . )
I just spent a week pretty flat out with the flu. Most of the time I asked my husband, daughter or doorman to walk Gunther the Wonder Dog (our Brittany), but a few times I felt the need to get out and get some air. While I had no interest whatsoever in wearing makeup during these short strolls (too sick to care what I looked like and the makeup just seemed to melt into my skin anyway), I always put on lipstick. In fact, I even wore lipstick while shuffling around the house, coughing and sneezing and feeling sorry for myself. Seeing a little color on my lips lifted my spirits and actually made me believe that I didn’t look as truly horrible as I know deep down I did.
One of my biggest fears is leaving my home or office without a tube of lipstick and my adorable little silver heart-shaped mirror from Tiffany’s (my first Mother’s Day gift from my older daughter), which is the perfect size to throw into the smallest of evening clutch bags and whip out at the dinner table to apply a dab more “Tulle” from Bobbi Brown or my new favorite, Nars’ Velvet Gloss Lip Pencil in “Baroque.” I’ve been known to run back into my building to get a tube if it dawns on me in time that I failed to bring a lipstick with me. More than once I’ve had to stop at a Duane Reade to pick up a temp.
If I were on a deserted island and could choose only one thing from the “beautifying” category to have with me, it would be lipstick, hands down, bar none. Not only can you brighten your entire face with a little dab of color on your lips, but almost any shade of lipstick can be used on cheeks, too (which I do, often).
It’s impossible for me to go into a Sephora and leave without a new lipstick in tow. The crazy thing is I sometimes buy the same exact ones I already have and love because the print on the tube is too small for me to read without my glasses and I simply think I’ve discovered a fab new shade.
I cannot live without lipstick. Am I crazy?
Well, at least I don’t go to the extremes that Cleopatra and her girlfriends did. Those fashion forward ancients used crushed beetles and ants for color, and pieces of fish scales for shine.
Now THAT’S nuts.