Treat your makeup like jewelry for your face.

10 Reasons Why I Wear Red Lipstick:
1) Because I will never deny myself the chance to look as fierce as Tyra Banks while channeling the exact same shade as Taylor Swift (Dragon Girl by NARS…you’re welcome).
2) Because the bright color makes my cheeks look perfectly flushed, draws attention away from the dark circles under my eyes, and makes my teeth appear whiter
3) Because I believe in dynamic first impressions
4) Because everyone needs a little color in their life
5) Because it’s the little things in life that mean the most, especially when it’s a 2-second swipe of confidence in the middle of a bad day
6) Because you need to leave your mark on the world — even if it’s only pressed on the rim of a coffee cup
7) Because it reminds me that I can do what makes me happy without depending on the opinions of others
8) Because it adds the finishing touch to an outfit
9) Because it helps me create a unique look all my own that sticks in people’s minds
10) Because I can happily look in the mirror, smile at myself, and remind myself that there should be a drop of fun in every day

“All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty pinprick of a girl. I am a magician! Did you ever think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? I am a student of their lore, and it is arcane and hermetic beyond the dreams of alchemists. Did you ever wonder why I gave you so many pots, so many creams, so much perfume? …
Cosmetics are an extension of the will. Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight? When I paint my eyes to match my soup, it is not because I have nothing better to do than worry over trifles. It says, I belong here, and you will not deny me. When I streak my lips red as foxgloves, I say, Come here, male. I am your mate, and you will not deny me. When I pinch my cheeks and dust them with mother-of-pearl, I say, Death, keep off, I am your enemy and you will not deny me. I say these things, and the world listens. Because my magic is as strong as an arm. I am never denied.”

― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless


Cut my pie into four pieces. I don’t think I can eat eight.

Matt mixing

Yes, that is my boyfriend wearing his sweatshirt around his waist “Cedar-point Mom” style while mixing apples and cinnamon for apple pie.

To explain, yesterday was our first “real date”. He didn’t tell me where we were going, but only to wear warm clothes and shoes that I could walk in. Saturday rolls around and he picks me up in his little red car and we go driving. Driving to an orchard in Michigan so we can buy apples. Buy apples and then take them home and make apple pie. Yes, it was that adorable and movie-esque.

pie final result

This is our final result. Not bad for a college kitchen, eh?

And no, that isn’t red lipstick on his cheek. I wouldn’t even think about reapplying red lipstick so I could plant a kiss on his cheek so it would jokingly show up in the picture. It’s a bright red birthmark. Quite a serious condition. He’s quite self-conscious about it. I try not to look at it when I see him.

But he does make me very happy 🙂


They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.

On the bathroom mirror in my dorm room we have a sign. It reads “On a bad day, there’s always lipstick.”

For the most part, that is true. I love red lipstick. A friend was asking me what my fascination was with red lipstick and I had a hard time answering his question. The short answer is that I simply love the color.

red lipstick

The brand I use is Urban Decay’s Revolution brand and it’s the shade 69. It’s a wonderful, Irene-Adler shade of lipstick and it seems to look good on anybody (at least among my roommates).

I love wearing red lipstick and it makes me happy.