In my early teens, I began wearing lipstick, but it was a rare tube that survived the plundering hordes of little brothers that thronged the house. Usually I would end up throwing away a half-eaten tube every few months or so, which was good, because it was probably past the expiration date anyway.
By about the time that the youngest brother was outgrowing the chewing-on-all-things-brightly-coloured and poaching-on-forbidden-territory stage, I moved out of the home anyway, so it became a moot point. For once in my life I began finishing my lipsticks, and I finally got to put to practical use those helpful tips about using toothpicks to finish out the tube and not let a single bit go to waste.
Last week in the store, I was pushing the cart haphazardly down the aisle, unmindful of the fact that my purse lay unprotected within easy reach of midget fingers, distractedly scanning the shelves for I know not what, when out of my fog of concentration I heard a little voice chirping, 'Jane is pretty!' I looked down, and saw my little angel holding my tube of lipstick open in her hands, her mouth, lips, and teeth liberally besmeared with pinkish goo. She was so pleased with herself for knowing what lipstick was for, and so happy at the thought that she looked just like Mama, that I didn't bother to disillusion her. And so it begins.
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3 comments:
I can remember Mom's lipstick being used to make us into clowns for dress-up.
--DJ
I switched to the long-lasting kind with the child-deterring screw-in applicator when I got married (doesn't kiss off, ya know). It's a good thing, because I still haven't succeeded in getting everything off the walls from the time D1 found my one leftover stick.
I am just hoping that my kids will find the tubes of poor color choices that I'm too cheap to throw away instead of the ones I really like. So far the only makeup discovery has been eyeliner, which is good for drawing on walls. -rlr
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