It’s time for a little self deprecating humor.
Please humor me.
When I was a little girl, I was fascinated with my mother’s lipstick: Fire Engine Red.
My curiosity led me to her vanity mirror where I smudged my little face with red.
I can clearly see mother’s reflection and the shocked/angry expression on her face–
That was the only make-up she wore.
That, and Chanel #5 and stiletto heels!
(they used to be called spike heels)
(as I write this in my cozy acorn wooly slippers)
To this day,
Lipstick means Mom.
The Mom that was a beautiful, spirited woman, who died too young, and left a little girl without the best woman in the world to guide her into adulthood.
So, perhaps it is no wonder that I have an affinity for lipsticks, pencils, and glosses.
Reveal: I count 25 in my kit and kaboodle.
I also must admit, I do like shoes.
But there is not a high heel in my closet.
Oh, maybe one.
Confession: Gentle Souls Gladiator Wedge.
Pretty racy, eh?
Well, dear reader, thank you for bearing with my meandering muse on early lessons and lingering influences about beauty.
Love you Mom!
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