Or is this normal? It's not that I think that someone who seldom ventures farther than Albertson's or the doughnut shop needs this many shades of lip color. It's just that I haven't found THE ONE yet. You know. The one that makes my eyes a piercing blue, gives my cheeks a rosy glow, and makes me look like I am the world's most well-rested woman.
(And, yes, this is what remains AFTER I threw a bunch out. The only one being kept for sentimental reasons rather than wearability is a MAC red called Ruby Woo that I wore for a play set in the 40s.)
2 comments:
All of the colors certainly look glamorous against your red wall. And anything with the name Ruby Woo must not be thrown out.
Yes, Hillary! And... dare I say one worn for such sparkling performances should not be sequestered.
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