Asking a recently MBA graduate friend what was here biggest take away from her degree, she replied:
“You have to be able to keep reinventing yourself.”
I felt like not only had I saved myself from 3 years of intense studies but more importantly a shitload of post graduate business management school fees.
There’s one make up accessory that has terrified me for years: Red lipstick.
Thinking that it’s only for beautiful, porcelain skin, I had convinced myself, there wasn’t a shade out there that would match this blah cocoa brown skin.
Instead, I stuck to the corporate, conservative nude colours while there was always a deep admiration for women who could pull it off.
I always marveled how my late beloved cousin, Rytha always wore it with such chic and a massive, electrifying smile. She had an air of confidence that only such vibrant lips could match that vivacious personality. Anything less would do her warm, playful disposition an injustice.
How I miss that smile.
Currently heavily into this Mad Men addiction, gushing over the elegantly tailored frocks, hats and gloves of the glamorous early ’60’s, there is absolutely no avoiding quintessential velvet lips.
Feminism may have been non-existent but dang, those women knew their power of seduction in scarlet red.
As this motherhood gig presents itself with constant changes and figuring out ways to survive them, regressing to what’s most convenient and familiar becomes habitual.
Trying something new is too risky; too much of a laborious task.
Stuck in an unbreakable rut of predictable shades of brown and brown, I only had myself to blame.
A big thank you to the glamorous ladies at Champagne Cartel and their how to wear lipstick guide. (Wear it when you’re vacuuming!!! You won’t regret it!)
The post was a quiet yet persistent voice whispering, “Do it, do it. DO IT!”
After much market research (also known as Priceline shopping), my Revlon Bold Matt (No.6) made its debut on the weekend.
The lady at the local café noticed. Along with endless compliments from Mr Surfer, even my little boy took an interest (“Mama, you got red lips. You bewdiful”).
Maybe make up is shallow, blindly expecting it to single handedly end the means of mundaneness.
But it was the weekend I picked up my confidence where I last left it; reminded of the undeniably sweet rewards from taking risks, no matter how small.
It’s time to take on the power of reinvention…starting with the lips.
What’s your shade of lipstick? Do you change your lipstick often? What would you like to reinvent?
Joining Essentially Jess for IBOT