True confession time-I love it. The redder, the better.
It's all my grandmother's fault. Red lipstick was her trademark. Her thing. And she rocked it. Even lying in a nursing home, after a stroke ravaged her. Even while in hospice, she fixed her hair and wore red lipstick.
To me, that was being a lady.
When I need a pick me up or need to feel fierce, out comes the red lipstick.
Pucker up.
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