girly things

Bear with me me as I venture into a realm I don't often visit, to tell you a funny story. 

As a girl I was obsessed with make-up. When I stayed home "sick" from school I would hope and pray that there was a makeover bit on one of the daytime talk shows. Teach me how to apply blue eye shadow you '90s hosts of daytime talk....Sally Jessy, Phil, Oprah.

And then I entered a phase of my life where make-up just didn't matter. I mean seriously, until I got married 4 years ago I was carrying around the make-up I wore to prom. No joke! So when I read a blog post in which the writer overhears a stylish older woman talking about her go-to lip color, I thought, Perfect!, sign me up because I need a place to start.

Off to Target I went where I was utterly overwhelmed by the shades of lipstick, stain, and gloss. But no problem because all I needed was a tube of Revlon's Love That Pink. Except that doubt crept in because the shade seemed a little too pink? orange? and not quite right. Throwing caution to the wind, and completely confident in my choice I marched to the checkout and payed for the oh-so-wrong color. The reflection in the car's rear view mirror confirmed the doubt.

Luckily Target has a very generous return policy and I was able to recoup my losses and choose a better shade that is so very....well here, see yourself:

I know what you are thinking. 

How daring! 

How perfect a shade!

Is she really wearing lipstick???

I settled on Revlon's Smoky Rose which is probably related to a dormant childhood memory of my first "big girl" bike called the Dusty Rose. I have truly come full circle from my 90s self.