Red Lips and Other Acts of (Mild) Transformation...
Kids are notoriously fickle about change... I know this firsthand, as the girlies never hesitate to tell me exactly what they think of my (highly rare) beauty "experiments", although they have decidedly different communication approaches when doing so.
Take for example the bangs I had cut back in December. Audrey was kindly quiet upon first seeing them, saying ever so diplomatically, "I just have to get used to them mama". She's sweet like that. Millie's response was swift and emphatic, as she dramatically exclaimed, "What happened to your old hair...put it back". That one, well...she's not so concerned with "the feelings".
But (as I've already documented) the bangs made me feel instantly different. More so really than any other "beauty" related change I'd made in a decade. I was a bit hooked...searching for that next quick hit.
Enter lovely cousin Erin, who, while I was futzing around with some wimpy bangs, loped off her shoulder length brown hair, dyed it platinum blond and styled it to match my four-year old daughter's do. She's brave. She also regularly, and with aplomb, sports red lipstick. Last weekend she showed up for a swim (!) at my house sporting a simple, chic black maillot, a straw fedora and perfect red lips. In the words of my friend Sharon, she looked like she belonged on the rooftop of the Standard Hotel... Needless to say, the entire ensemble was awesome, but it was her red lips that had me obsessing.
After the swim, we went inside, crouched in front of the one available mirror in the one corner of my house that wasn't overtaken with renovation detritus, and I swiped some on (this is my excuse for the bad, dark photos above, FYI). Now I should note that up until this point, I have never, ever worn red lipstick. Ever. It's just not been my thing. But I've been jonesin' to give it a whirl, it is, after all, only lipstick. The most temporary of changes, yes?
I felt instantly different, dressier, and (oddly since red lipstick usually feels really mature to me) younger. It was fun. So much so that I'm planning to officially work it into my repertoire.
And this time I have Millie's full buy-in. In her exact words, "ooh pretty red lips, I LOVE them. I want them." (Scary, I know.) Audrey, on the other hand, isn't sold on my plan. After a long "thinking period", she finally told me in the car last night that she just didn't think red lips were my style. When I asked her what my style was, she said, "you know, plainish. Your normal lips, only shiny."
Duly noted Audrey. And I appreciate your kind honestly, but I'm still going to bust out that red lipstick from time-to-time. It can't be helped.
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