(Me, the last day I wore lipstick...it was September.)
I'm not a lipstick girl. It overwhelms me.
The few times I've decided to hit the tube, I find myself standing in the cosmetics aisle with not a clue where to begin. Do I want matte finish? Glossy? A wand, or a stick? And then the colors. Oh my, the colors. Every shade of peach, rose and razzy red stares me in the face, its $8.00 pricetag seeming an enormous commitment given no guarantee that I'll emerge from the experience any better than I came in.
But, I'm ready to tackle it again. In twelve days I reunite with my guy, who's flying all the way from Iraq to see me. If the boy can spend 24 hours in transit through the Red Zone in Baghdad, Kuwait, D.C. and a handful of other locations, I figure the least I can do is throw on a little lipstick to greet him. And, when you haven't seen your love in four months, you do naturally want to kick it up a notch. :)
I'm counting on you, girls. Hit me with your suggestions. (Please?)