The P&P Project

Stop. Don’t you see it’s Red?



It took my turning Thirty (gulp) to finally try ‘red lips’. Try I did, and how. There’s just been no looking back since.

Having always pined for a different time (you know I’ve always had a thing for Fifties-Sixties), I haven’t exactly been immune to the allure, the charm of red lips, being that the women of the time sported the hue with just the right panache and studied nonchalance.

I love the coquettishness of it. The sexuality. That it can be gauche and vulgar. Sophisticated and timeless. That it means power and confidence. That it means being all Woman.

Not being one who was ever comfortable with too much attention (don’t let my husband tell you otherwise), am certainly surprised how taken I am by the hue. Turning older definitely had something to do with it. Let’s face it, we all turn into world-weary, world-wise women a lot sooner than what our parents ever gave us credit for. But the truth is, it took me all of three decades to become the woman I am today. And that woman sure isn’t shy of red.

Forget the fact that it brightens up a dreary day or simply turns heads… The fact is, I like who I become when I wear it.

Kiss. Kiss.

Tick-Tock.

“Your 30th birthday is an important landmark. You are now ready, after ten years of dicking around with your personal style, to select a signature lipstick. This is the lipstick that will get you through thick and thin. When you are screaming for mercy during childbirth, this is the lipstick that will be smeared across your face. When you kiss the corpses of your dead parents, this is the color that will stain their cheeks. This is the lipstick that will flow into the fine lines and wrinkles around your mouth as the death rattle grips your throat. Choosing this lipstick is a momentous task. In order to complete it, you need to be slightly drunk.” -Simon Doonan, Eccentric Glamour

The Blues, they sing to me.




Cue song? Okay. How Blue Can You Get?

At times, they bloom in unlikely places. At times, they tease. She likes to hide, while they seek.

Night’s been short, the day much too long. I’ll remember to wave as I pass you by.