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I’m 51 and I still haven’t found the perfect lip color
I was having brunch with a half dozen, mostly women friends from high school I hadn’t seen in at least a decade when I made that confession.
There was stunned silence. And then someone said, her voice tinged with disbelief, “You haven’t?”
It was the sort of reaction kind of like when one of your girlfriends has a run in her pantyhose and you want to say something but it’s not like there’s an easy solution, so you don’t.
I might as well have stood up at a mic and said, “My name is Jewel Allen and I am still searching for the right lip color.”
Admitting it sounded like the most shallow thing in the world because I was sure it gave them the impression I obsess about this daily.
Sheesh. Of course not. I only think about it every other day.
I want a lip color, preferably red, that looks great with my complexion, makes me look kissable, goes with whatever outfit I have on that day, and doesn’t rub off as soon as I leave the bathroom. Is that too much to ask?
It wouldn’t be such a sore spot between me, myself and I if I didn’t already own half the lipstick…
