
After scraping the last little bit of lipstick out of the tube with a q-tip for the past two weeks I finally had to break down and buy some. It just kills me to spend that much money for lipstick. But it has been bred in me...I was raised that you never leave the house without your lipstick on, and as a result I am hopelessly addicted. When I was walking to the car yesterday I was thinking ...geez if the economy gets so bad and I have to choose between Starbucks and lipstick what am I going to do.
This post is dedicated to my mother who always always blotted her lipstick with one carefully torn off sheet of toilet paper. Just one.
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I am so busy enjoying your posts, I'm not really doing as much art. You do have ma coming, you know , like Christmas, coming. My little journal is getting filled up! You would be proud.
Oh gosh, I remember the blot the lipstick thing. My mom did it do. Do you? I never do. I figure if I had to pay money to put it on, then by god I'm keeping it all !!!!!
I like your posts and I'm glad I've reconnected to your blog. There for awhile you weren't posting and so I sort of faded away.
Seems I owe you a postcard too. Bad me.
Hope all is well in your world.
Thank you for the wonderful post about thrifty beauty and art supplies. I have bookmarked it.
You have the best anecdotes, I swear. So cute.
Coffee ink! I save my grounds for gardening, but now the cold coffee has a purpose too.
You have the best anecdotes, I swear. So cute.
Coffee ink! I save my grounds for gardening, but now the cold coffee has a purpose too.
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