So In the midst of all my selling the house and moving drama, life goes on, including a trip to the eye doctor. Super Agent Fred came with me to drive me home since once they have dilated my eyes, I can technically see, but driving becomes something of a thrill sport and a danger to myself and others.
Ensconced in the passenger seat, I was fumbling around in the little compartment built into the door and discovered a lipstick crayon left there by who knows what long gone floozy. I immediately began applying it as Fred was wheeling maniacally down the twisty, curvy street above my house. Of course, I did a fabulous job, under such trying circumstances. As you see
It’s a cherry magenta. Very flattering, especially for those of us of a certain age whose youthful bloom has faded to something closely resembling wet ash. I think I will start using this as my color basis for spring. Now all I need is to find some blush that works with it.