Let me begin my lipstick story at the start! After begging since I was 5 years old, mom finally bought me a "beginner" lipstick last year. Which basically means it was clear but it had just enough pink to convince me, it was legit! So legit that KJ used it when he was desperate for chap stick! At that point, I was feeling kind of messed up, so I went and bought a HOT pink one.
Now, I love me some hot pink but NOT ON MY LIPS. Because hot pink is good anywhere but there. And then I was terrified of lip products for almost 6 months, since looking like a clown is not really my style. (Well, not intentionally anyway...)
But! Lo and behold, the heavens opened and normal lipsticks fell out! The harps were playing the angels were singing, and I found the babies. And while new irrational fears have risen out of lipstick (I always get it all over my face. Thus, I have to pull the "casually checking the back of my ipod" since we all know that when in distress, ipods double as mirrors.)
Anway, thanks for chatting! Do you have anything to add? Lipsticks are one of God's gifts, are they not?