Without Lipstick
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009I am lost without a good lipstick, not to mention extremely committed to it once I find the right color. In my case, that’s hot pink, but it must have just the right amount of blue in it, not a trace of orange, and it should be matte. Otherwise, it’s a reapplying nightmare, and really, who has the time?
Once and always a Chanel girl, I jumped ship a few years back for Nars Funny Face. It’s the penultimate lipstick in my book. I discovered it in Sephora at the Pru in Boston, and knew even without trying it, it was the color for me. I have never even considered another lipstick. That is, until now.
I recently got word that my Mom had run out of lipstick and needed a new tube. I, of course, was charged with the mission at hand, and only too happy to accept it. It is thanks to my Mother’s good guidance, after all, that I understand color and what looks well. In fact, it was the only cosmetic my Mother ever wore (or needed to), and she had fun with it. Colors like Chanel’s Pink Cobra or Laser Pink were absolutely stunning on her, and she wore them down to the quick before picking up another tube while out doing errands.
My Mom may live at Piper Shores now, but that is no excuse not to look one’s best, she would be the first to say. So I set out with my daughter in tow one afternoon to either replace her existing color, or perhaps find her something new.
First stop Chanel, of course. That was a quick trip. A new palette consisting of browns and berry shades simply wouldn’t do her justice. Onward to Mac, where the color selection was a bit better, but no one would give us the time of day.
Then I turned to see the Lancome counter, and instinctively I just knew. I was 15 when I first visited Lancome, at what was then Jordan Marsh, and it was my Mom who took me there. I had been waiting impatiently for over a year for the parental okay to start wearing makeup (my friends were in full face by the time they were 14, but my father absolutely forbade it), when one day she suggested we go shopping and quietly stopped by the Lancome counter and said, “Margie, why don’t you try on a lipstick?”
I nearly died! My heart soared with excitement as the woman behind the counter counseled me on color and how to use make up to enhance one’s gifts rather than to conceal or cover them up. We left that day with the whole nine yards ~ mascara, eye liner, lip liner, blush and my very first lipstick, Rose Ivoire. I will never forget it, and it will always be my favorite.
And so it was in this spirit that we sauntered over to Lancome, took a glance at the tray of colors and knew immediately the color for her – Rock Icon Fuchsia.
The gal behind the counter couldn’t have been more helpful, and as she reached in the cabinet to grab a tube, I said to her, “You know what? I’ll take two.”
As we dashed over to Piper Shores to bring my Mom her new lipstick, I said to my daughter, “Okay, darling. Off to bring Gram her new lipstick.”
Weary from over an hour in the mall, my three year old let out a sigh and said, “I don’t want to go to Piper Shores now.”
“But a gal can’t go without her lipstick, after all!” I explained, hoping to boost her excitement.
“A lady can,” she replied, without missing a beat.
Touche. My mother would be proud.















