A couple of nights ago I thought I would practise lipstick. I keep meaning to practise makeup more.
The aim was to see how well lipcote works. The idea is … first the lipstick and then the lipcote. And then when you take a drink you don’t end up with a glass coated with lipstick and naked lips.
That was the theory at least.
In practice it didn’t quite work out that way.
First was the lipstick.
Then I fumbled around in the drawer. Of course … the exact word lipcote wasn’t running through … just the shape of the bottle and the word coat.
So … out it comes … topcoat … bottle is the right shape and the name sounds about right.
“Shake before use.”
I shake it.
The bottle, that is.
It reminds me of an observation that a lady work colleague once made. She thought that after filling a tank full of petrol, guys were much more likely to shake the nozzle after they have finished than girls were.
Then, the topcoat is applied to my lips.
Andrea thinks … “this tingles more than I remember it doing last time”.
Ten minutes later I place a glass to my lips and nothing much rubs off.
The next phase of the experiment is to try lip gloss as well. I have memories that it was the gloss that ruined the coating last time.
Looking for the gloss.
And … omg … I discover a bottle that says lipcote.
What did I put on my lips?
It takes only a few moments to discover that topcoat is a coating for nail polish. The bottle says nothing of this … but the smell is a giveaway.
I’m reminded of a story I read about a lady that accidentally super-glued her eyes shut after picking up the wrong tube of stuff for her eyes.
The thought that “it could be worse” passes through my mind.
All of a sudden I am thinking a lot more about how to get this stuff off rather than how well it stays on.
Cotton wool with a little nail polish remover … yuk … but it works.
Ah well … it could have been a lot worse.