My Life In Lipsticks, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:51am
All the tube-contained lip unguents I own. I use that tortured descriptor to exclude neither the necessary lip gloss, nor lipstick nor lip balms. Oh,
All the tube-contained lip unguents I own. I use that tortured descriptor to exclude neither the necessary lip gloss, nor lipstick nor lip balms. Oh,
Older women. We consider time! We come to terms with our face in the mirror! We paint it! In the comments to the post about
I have ignored eyebrows for decades. “Face-framing,” I’d say, “What the heck, what do we need to frame, per se?” Made it through the 90s
Some can’t resist new shoes. Some collect lipsticks, small coral tubes of cheer in a drawer. Me, skincare. Love it. I am made nearly unruly
How is it that in all this time of masks, the only type of makeup I’ve worn has been tinted sunscreen and lip balms. Nobody
I am enjoying my current skin care products. I shall share here, as you may enjoy them too. First, as the easiest first step towards
I rarely get manicures. After all, I spend a fair amount of time pulling weeds and lopping branches, not good for nails. Sure, when I
If I were to look for one good thing about this enforced homestay, I’d say it’s getting better at what I already know. Not that
A couple of weeks ago, I had very long hair. Now I don’t. This is better. You can see that my hair’s now about
More and more I experience retirement as a quest to balance the small against the large. Or the large against the small, either way, equivalence.
January in the Northern Hemisphere is a teeny time of year. We abstain, we center, we consider. On the other hand, some things are cute.
After close to 10 years of long hair I am suddenly tempted by short. Why? I find that more and more often (as in almost
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