Red Alert

My Mom sent me this package which was super fun and one of the things thrown into it was this liptstick. The note attached said that she bought it and then upon trying it on at home decided it wasn't her color but she was sure it would look great on me because RED lipstick always looks good on younger women. I was scared of the lipstick especially because it was called "lip stain" and also scared of it because it was called "Cherry Pop". Then right before heading to church as I was finishing up my make up job, I decided my white face needed some color. What would I use? Aha, I'd use my new lipstick from my mom.

As I started to draw the stain onto my lips I remember thinking 3 things:

1. Man, I hope I follow my lip lines well.
2. Man, this seems awfully bright and red.
3. Uh oh.

So I tried what any normal person would do, I tried to wipe it off. Nope, it went no where. Although to their credit, it wouldn't have rubbed off onto my glass or another person had I been kissing them.

So I pulled out the big guns and got a hot washcloth with soap and started to SCRUB my lips. It got some of it off but there was still a VERY red tinge. And there was also a bit of redness now on my chin and upper lip. So I did the best thing I could think of, I put on some brownish gloss. Together with the RED, it toned it down enough to not come across as the big, blinking, red alert I was feeling like.

See for yourself.

And for the record, I can see how addicting Photobooth can be for somebody. I'm too picky about the results but it is fun.

Tati keeps staring at me and smiling and saying, "Mom, you look beautiful!" "Your lipstick is awesome on you." "Your lips match your nail polish! How did you do that?" Maybe I'll give the lipstick to her.

I decided I would fit in best with my red lips if I were sketching in gay Paris.

Au revoir.