I need to buy lipstick. That is one of the hardest cosmetic purchases for me. I throw out half of what I buy. I’m very particular. I don’t like it sticky and if it’s too emollient the grease oozes in my lip wrinkles (not that I have any!).
I prefer a sun block in my lipstick and something that isn’t too poisonous. It has to be muted. No bright red or pink for me. Something lip colored but a tad darker than my natural faded lips. No testing on animals.
Then there are the choices — two-part stain and gloss (too much work), high gloss (greasy), matte (shows all the wrinkles — not that I have any), guaranteed for 12 hours (only if you’re sleeping), guaranteed for 12 minutes (this one is usually on target for me), etc.
It wasn’t always like this. I can remember my very first lipstick purchase. I bought it at the five and dime. Remember those? It was like a dollar store but cheaper.
Ah puberty! Such a painful time!
My mother wasn’t along for that first purchase. That’s a good thing because she would have talked me out of it. Or maybe downright forbid it. I was 12 or 13. Believe it or not, we didn’t wear makeup to school! We grew up slower then.
Since I didn’t date, my opportunities to wear lipstick were severely limited.
I could wear it to church on Sunday if no one noticed — fat chance of that happening.
I could sneak it on when I went roller skating with my girlfriends AFTER we got to the rink. Or to the movies! You really need lipstick in a dark theatre!
So where did I wear my first lipstick? To bed! Yep, I would put on this gross orange shade called Chrysanthemum orange (it really should have been outlawed) and go to bed hoping it would be gone by morning.
My mother must have known I was doing that but she took it in stride. Of all the rebellious things I could have been doing, this worried her least. She didn’t even flinch when she caught me shaving my legs with a scissor. Do you know how hard it is to shave with a scissor?? I think she gave me points for creativity!
I was her first (and only but that’s another story) daughter so this was all new territory for her and obviously for me too. My best friend Bonnie taught me some tricks to get away with stuff.
Bonnie was so lucky. Her mother worked but left home earlier and came home later than she did. That meant that she could wear anything to school, come home and change before her mother got home.
I wasn’t so lucky. Although my mother worked she came home before me but worst of all she had eyes on the back of her head and a sixth sense. The best I could do was roll up the waistband on my skirt at school and then let it down before I got home.
It was hard to get away with anything except for the occasional makeup session on the school bus and yes, every once in a while I wore that vile orange lipstick!
Feel free to share one of your childhood stories! You must have a good one. Come on, your mother doesn’t read my blog. Those were tumultuous times!