I do, indeed, have a secret indulgence. It’s girly, and it’s vain, and it can get expensive; all things that I’m typically slightly derisive of. It started at about nine while I was at my grandparents. I was in the guest bath, the bath where my grandmother got ready, did her hair, put on her makeup. And there was the most beautiful little cylinder of Clinique lipstick beside the sink, in that old shade of light green they’ve been holding onto for so long.
I loved the shape of it, the perfect feel and weight of it in my palm. It was clearly new, because when I twisted the waxy column up it still had the most exquisitely moulded tip on it. I touched it to my lips–just a tiny bit–and I was hooked. I stuck it in my pocket and denied knowing anything about it when questioned.
I never stole another lipstick, but I could feed a small country with the amount of money I’ve spent on it since I was nine. I’m no snob, either, I don’t have to have Clinique, I’ll take anything. If there’s a little girl with a Barbie makeup kit anywhere around, I’ll badger her until she lets me try the lipstick. Bonnie Bell, Rave, whatever, if it’s colorful and in a tube-like package, I’m there.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t like the good stuff. Clinique? Yes, absolutely, I’m still a fan. But, oh, don’t even get me close to a M.A.C. store, and Sephora?! Valhalla, surely. And my friends aren’t exempt. I won’t steal it, and I won’t use it on my lips, but if you leave it out, I’m twisting it up, I’m looking at the name, and I might draw a little line of it on my hand. If I like it, even if it’s your “special” shade, your ‘trademark,” well, sorry. If it’s for sale, it’s fair game, lady.
So, now you all know my shame. And maybe it’s time to look at your own make-up tray. Have you stuck with the same shade for years? Time to make a change, there’s a whole world of wonderful lipstick out there, just waiting for lips exactly like yours. But in the menatime, what’s your favorite? Brand and color, please!