I told you about my 7 Day Red Lipstick challenge yesterday and today I braved my soul and went ahead with it. Here's my tale....
7.40 am. I've taken advice on how to wear red, and have dutifully lined my lips first in a nude pencil and then applied, blotted, re-applied. I like this cherry red colour, but it feels odd to wear it while it's light and with a plain work dress. I thought about wearing something more glam, but its a Monday morning after a big night out so can't face getting dolled up. I can do this, I can do this, deep breaths.
I can't help feeling odd walking down Mile End Road with hooker style lips, and end up wiping it off on a tissue. then I feel guilty and dutifully reapply it, nervously licking my teeth. Who knew red was so high maintenance?
10am. Everyone in the office has cooed about how stylish I look then promptly gone back to checking their Facebook. I sit at my desk feeling incredibly visible, till I forget and sink back into work.
12.30. Just had a coffee and left red marks everywhere and have to reapply, No licking my lips or chewing my pen today,I must be on full vanity alert.
1.30 Received odd looks from the local builders as i strolled past, but none of their usual malarkey which was nice.
6.30 Having after work drinks with colleagues and have swapped my flats for heels and seem to be getting more attention than usual- but it's indie boys rather than suits who are approaching me. Hmm, do the lip suggest I have a carefree funky attitude> If only they knew the maintenance.
11pm. Got a bus home. I managed to miss it but was it my frantic waving, running or lips that made it slow down? I don't know, Still, today went reasonably well, but the idea of six more days is rather horrifying.
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