I’ve not been to sleep yet, one of those nights. So, I might be missing getting gussied up for work. I could pretty myself for me, but why? Such a waste of makeup. I’m not even sure I remember how to tame my wild hair. I let it dry naturally when I’m not working. I look like Hermione. Seriously. It’s everywhere.
Anyway, at three in the morning, I play in my makeup. I choose a beautiful red lipstick for testing purposes. I’m big on neutrals, but firmly believe there is a perfect shade of red for every woman, regardless of age. My perfect shade is any true red, blue red, no orange undertones. So red it is, in the middle of the night, along with wild hair tied up in a knot on top of my head. With ringlets sneaking along my temples and neck — hot mess comes to mind.
The lipstick I’ve never worn is actually gorgeous.
With a little luck I’ll be the silvery, gray haired little old lady, with her lips perfectly red someday. If so, I’ll own the look.
Sassy little ladies.
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