Since I'm a visual person I hardly ever remember the album title but I just remember what the album art looks like.
There are very few makeup looks I've completely ruled out for myself. Sure, I have my go-to look and favorite colors, and I don't often get the opportunity to do wild editorial looks on myself, but I wouldn't say no if a makeup artist wanted to try something out of the ordinary on my face.
Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure there are only two things that I've disapprovingly crossed my arms and shook my head at: false eyelashes made of real fur and pink lipstick.
I will not be trying fur eyelashes in this article.
I realize pink lipstick is, like, the cornerstone of makeup. Many of us can probably say that their first lipstick was a shade of pink. Part of its popularity is likely due to lots of people's lips being a shade of pink to begin with, but I think it has even more to do with the whole girls-love-pink concept.
I'm not about to get into the nature-versus-nurture/Barbie argument about girls' relationship with pink, but I will say that I was never one of those girls who was into The Unofficial Color Of Girlhood. I didn't just prefer other colors over pink, I was genuinely annoyed by it.
To this day, there is very little pink in my wardrobe; if it does show up in an outfit, it's definitely not the main color. I'm also extremely picky about the shades that do make it into my closet. Hot pink makes me physically uncomfortable; most of the pinks I've let into my life lean peachy.
Needless to say, I keep no pink lipsticks in my makeup rotation. Peachy corals and deep berries? Sure. But no true pinks.
So I can't even begin to explain how one little pink lipstick recently became the Little Orphan Annie to my Daddy Warbucks and won me over.
What you see above is a straight-up classic dictionary-definition pink lipstick, and it melted my heart when it melted onto my lips. ("Melted" now looks super-weird to me.)
Specifically, it's Kate Spade Supercalifragilipstick in Precocious Pink. It may look innocent--seriously, it's the most innocent light pink ever--but it pulled out all the stops to make me give in to it.
First, there's the name: Supercalifragilipstick. I can overlook a cheesy (albeit adorably clever) portmanteau, but as soon as you do anything that makes me think of Mary Poppins, I'm helpless. It's one of my all-time favorite movies. (What? I don't like pink--I'm not heartless.)
Then, there's the packaging: It's one of those fantastic, increasingly popular tubes that you open by pushing the bottom like a retractable pen and then pull off the lid. I honestly don't know if there's any ergonomic or conservational benefit to this, but I do know that I like it.
Next, and probably most importantly, is the color itself. Welp, it's pink. But it's this magically retro bubblegum pink that feels so 1963ish. That's what finally convinced me to actually put it on.
It goes on super-smoothly, with lots of moisture, and allows you to build color, which is nice because I was really light-handed with it at first. Considering I never, ever see myself in pink lipstick, looking in the mirror was initially a bit jarring, but I warmed up to it very, very quickly.
I love it with pink blush and bold, black, winged liner. It makes me feel ridic ladylike, and I'm starting to think I've been missing out on opportunities to make people question the authenticity of my feminism by frolicking around singing "How Lovely To Be A Woman."
But you can be damn sure that's one of my New Year's resolutions.
Are you into pink lipstick? What's your favorite shade? Are there any lipstick colors you refuse to wear?