As we left for the concert on Saturday I admired her lip gloss. I have a terrible time finding products that work for me. Aging lips are wrinkled around the edges. Mine are dry and weatherbeaten, as well. And I'm picky about how lip products taste. If I had my preference, every lip balm I own would be flavored with cinnamon.
Do you know how hard it is to find cinnamon lip gloss? (Actually I just Googled and here's one I didn't know about. And there's an Ulta near my son's home. Next time I visit …)
Anyway. Hers didn't smell or taste like cinnamon, but it was a pretty color and I admired it.
Next day, when my grandson and I came home from our walk and she came home from the grocery, she tossed me a package of Maybelline Mirrored Mauve #110. It has a wand applicator, which I like, and goes on smoothly, which I also like, and is actually about as protective as a heavier balm (think Burt's Bees).
And the color is as pretty on me as it is on her. See?
I offered to pay her for it, of course, and she declined, of course. But I snuck some bucks into her purse when she wasn't looking.
One generous gesture deserves another.
Also? This might be the first time I've ever written about cosmetics on either this blog or the previous one. Maybe.