Day 254

Lipstick, lipstick, where for art thou, lipstick?

I am really bad at putting on lipstick. I get the rest of my make up on but never quite get to the lippie. I was always renowned for applying it at traffic lights, so much so that a past male boss would comment if I came in with nude lips … “clear run in this morning Leanne?” “Yep. Clear run.”.

Lately I’ve been fussing around in my handbag at the red lights and I’m coming up empty handed! Must be picking up the wrong handbags. Or my lippies are going all rebellious on me and jumping ship? Bloody adolescents.

I own about 17 different lipsticks and lip gloss’ and I am rarely seen wearing any these days! So this morning I’ve gone on the hunt for all the wayward lippies to see where they’ve been hiding out. Probably in the 17 or so handbags I own.

Yep, found one in my red Baby Phat … there’s another in my orange Cocoa… oh look, there are 4 in my brown evening bag… two in my fake D & G …. Another one in the Olga Berg clutch … two in my sequined black number … another in my black, red and cream executive pouch … two more in my brown suede hippy bag …

No need to keep looking. I’ll keep the other handbags as a surprise for later on. I am fully stocked. Have plenty to make the red lights worth while.