A few weeks ago, I broke down and bought bright orange lipstick; it was supposed to be the key to my happiness. Upon entering Sephora, I was in my usual zone — “Go straight to Fresh’s beauty section, get your perfume, and walk directly to the counter.” I was under strict orders from myself and my checking account to not be sidetracked by the wall of nail polish or the tons of lipstick that would surely be calling my name. Now, I have a plethora of excuses as to why I didn’t make it to the perfume immediately — the store was changed around, there was an adorable puppy roaming around — but the real reason was that I needed a rush only achieved by a spontaneous purchase. As soon as my card was accepted and before I could even sign, I was tearing into the bag and opening my new prized orange lipstick. I wore it out with confidence, strutting my stuff back to the subway, I couldn’t help but hear the occasional cat call or whistle. I had to make sure this lipstick looked as good as I was feelin’ — stat! | via
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