Cherries in the Snow. Raven Red. Cha Cha Cherry. Really Red. Love that Red. Fire and Ice. Ravish Me Red.
I was not always faithful to a single shade. But I was a Revlon red lipstick girl for a long, long time.
In high school it was a look I dabbled with. There was a Degenerate Art exhibit at the National Gallery in the early 90’s. I had the tshirt. It was black. It said simply DEGENERATE ART. And I had new black cowboy boots. Red lipstick completed the look. It goes without saying that I wish I still had that shirt.
Cowboy boots were eventually traded for Chuck Taylor’s and overalls, the red lips came and went.
In college I was the girl that didn’t wear shoes very often. I still wore Osh Kosh overalls almost every day. But low maintenance I was not.
I fell in love with two things early in my college career. Getting a wee bit baked and acrylic nails. The hours I spent watching syndicated Beverly Hills 90210 on the WB (the only channel one could get in the dorms without cable) and sculpting the perfect red fingernail out of acrylic were immeasurable.
To any and all concerned about the effects marijuana can have on a young mind I assure you the acrylic I inhaled in my dorm room did more damage. Red lips completed the look. Perfect red nails. Red lipstick. Overalls that haven’t been washed in who knows how long. I was ready to go.
The latter half of my college career had me on my way to or from dinner theatre more often than not. My “casual attire” moved from overalls to Ben & Jerry’s tshirts, tie dyes and pajama pants.
But the red lips remained. In large part because the cold cream required to remove the make up I had spackled on for the evening was too time consuming. And if you have a good reason to sport a painted on mole all night I have always been one to encourage you to go for it.
Bonus points for pearls and a red pageboy wig.
In summary, red lipstick and I go way back.
Red lipstick. You can open a fashion magazine from nearly any decade and see at least one of the models wearing it. It is timeless. Classic. But it’s only half of the equation.
Red lips without a pout? You might as well be half dressed. Ever since I was a little girl my mother has remarked upon my cupid’s bow lips. (And my heart shaped butt, but that is a post for another day. One perhaps not so rich with images.) The first piece of art in her now vast art collection was a Tarkay. She remarked then that the red pouty lips on all of the women in his paintings remind her of me.
I’d like to think I’ve not lost my pout. Every girl ought to keep that skill in her back pocket. But somewhere in the last decade the red lipstick started fading. Traded in for chapstick with sunblock. This weekend the red lipstick made a mini comeback. Just for the day. But a gal can not wear a red feather headband with chapstick. It was a no-brainer.
Every year when I hang this Patience Brewster ornament I will let it serve as a reminder. Red lipstick is a bright idea. Merry Christmas, Red Lipstick. You have never let me down.
Ha! I am glad you found this entry! I just got a laugh rereading it. I don’t think I have a twin, but stranger things have happened!!
I just saw this entry!! I love it!! I haven’t ever been able to wear red lipstick because it doesn’t look right with my skin tone. I did sport tie-dye t-shirts though, and had me a pair of overalls that had once belonged to a painter, with worn spots and paint splashed in all the right places. Are you sure we weren’t separated at birth?? hahaha
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