My “signature reds”.
I can’t find my beloved, redder than red, “Shine Plastique” Christian Dior lip gloss. I bought in in Paris almost a decade ago… I don’t care if that sounds totally gross… I love this lipgloss. It’s like spackle and that is why I still have it after all these years… it only takes a little bit. The purchase memory is fond for me too… We were at La Samaritaine and I bought a gorgeous rusty, red by Guerlain… we got half way down the river’s edge when I announced it was pretty but had not really been what I was looking for and my DEAR husband said (out of character), “Well, let’s go back and get you what you really want.”
Don’t ask me what stars were in alignment that day!
I love to wear red lips because I CAN. They are not for everyone. (Though I will NEVER forget the first time I tried red, I was 16 and I felt like a clown!) I love to wear red lips cause they are bold, brave and they harken to Marilyn and Coco. Thankfully my husband has no objection to my love of red lips. (I am even more thankful he likes me without makeup too!)
I can tell you the last time I had them… about ten days before Christmas. Since then I have looked and looked and settled for my not-so-second-favorite tube. It’s got nothing on my Shine Plastique.
I even got brave, ready to face that the lipgloss may have fallen out in a parking lot or who knows what (not that I have been ANYWHERE!)… sure enough I found it online and it seems to be out of stock… ALL OVER THE WORLD. It is, after all, a decade old.
I get pretty obsessed when I can’t find something. Really obsessed. It haunts me and I have been know to get out of bed in the middle of the night and search just one more time.
If you see a flashlight bopping around thru the windows of the Parisienne Farmhouse around 2 a.m. now you will know why.