Let's be really shallow and narcissistic now and talk about lipstick.
With roomie's growing obsession with red lipstick, going all the way to Brooklyn to get her fix, I thought about why I don't have one at all. I remember playing with my mom's lipsticks when I was a girl and as lipsticks in the 80s go, they were in all shades of pink or red only. And I did like the reds, a lot.
So while looking around at Camille's happy place, Sephora, instead of just watching her try stuff, I ventured into the NARS section since roomie said they had some of the best reds around. I was drawn to Red Lizard. Not a very attractive name, but the color seemed like the glamorous red that I just had to try. I try it on and really, really liked it. Very old Hollywood, as the make up message boards suggest. I don't really know about that, but I sure did notice the cute guy who didn't know what to do with himself at a cosmetics store look over at me with a smile. I can only credit that... to the lipstick effect. After all, being in recession and in mourning doesn't mean you have to look bad.
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