Lipstick is Life

Lipstick is life.  At least it’s my key to having something resembling a normal life these days.  I’ve always loved lipstick. When I was a small, small child, and we lived with my grandparents, I remember seeing all of Granny’s lipsticks laid out in a row on her small dressing table by the window. They…

Vino de Amor

A friend of mine paid me a nice compliment yesterday. She said I looked very “fresh.” Was my hair different? Had I lost weight? What was it? she asked. To tell you the truth, I had barely put any makeup on at all. I’ve still been feeling rundown from the not-flu flu that I recently…