There is a new show premiering tonight on ABC called Eli Stone. I don't know what it is about, but it features George Michael singing and dancing. It's already my favorite show, if not the greatest show on television.
Every show needs some George Michael. I think it would only make them better. He could be the musical guest on an episode of 30 Rock, or deliver a singing telegram to The Office.
The opportunities to "George" up any show are endless. All it takes is a little imagination, and a whole lot of George in tight jeans, dancing. Or just standing there. In jeans. Or pants. Pants would work, too.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Breaking News
My mother knows exactly what she was doing November 22, 1963. A first year teacher, she was leading a class when a student stuck his head in her room and said, “The president has been shot.”
“That’s not funny,” she said. It wasn’t a joke.
She also remembers it was a Friday, and the senior prom was planned for the next day. There was great debate about the prom going on as planned, and the students voted to have it. It was the week before Thanksgiving, and they closed the school the following week.
She reiterated those facts this weekend, when I called to research this. She can remember it like it was yesterday, but I am sure if I asked what she had for breakfast yesterday, she would have to think about it. What is it about tragedies that freeze us in a moment, leaving part of us stuck there forever?
I remember a substitute teacher telling us that the night before, John Lennon had been shot and killed. I was in the fourth grade then, yet I remember it as vividly as the cold November morning that Katie Couric told us George was gone, too.
I remember watching Saturday Night Live with my roommates when Brian Williams broke in to say that Princess Diana had been in a car accident in Paris. With each breaking news report, we held our breath a little more, until Brian broke in and told us that our fairy tale princess was gone. The three of us set our alarms so we could watch her funeral as it happened. The streets of London were full of people, just like they were when we all set our alarms to watch her get married not that many years before.
I remember my phone ringing before 9 on a Saturday morning. It was Timmer. “Are you bleeding or on fire,” I asked, groggy with weekend sleep. “John’s plane is missing,” he said. I sat up, suddenly wide-awake. He didn’t have to tell me who John was. I knew. We went to a pub-crawl that day, but I hardly participated. I was too busy concentrating on the TVs all the bars had on, tuned to CNN. I kept watching, unwilling to let go of that thin thread of hope for our handsome JFK. They did find his plane at last. When I went home a couple weeks later for my high school reunion, the Kennedy family quietly returned him to the sea.
And I remember that sunny Tuesday in September when Matt Lauer was interviewing Richard Hack about his book Hughes. In the middle of the interview, Matt said they had to break away. I called my friend Suzy to tell her that some dumb ass had flown his bi-plane into the World Trade Center. I saw the second plane come on screen. I saw it was a plane, but my first instinct was that it was a news helicopter. Then it turned, and with a red explosion, the world turned sideways. I don’t even think I told Suzy goodbye before I hung up the phone. It wasn't until the next day that I found out that our friend Brian Terrenzi, who had worked for Cantor Fitzgerald, had been lost.
So where is this coming from, this morbid trip through the tragedies of years past…
Twenty-two years ago today, I was in the ninth grade. We were studying China in Social Studies, so our teachers arranged a “field trip” to a nearby Chinese restaurant, because nothing says China like a restaurant in Kirkwood, N.Y., simply called Szezuan Cuisine. We had gone early, before our usual lunchtime. When we got back to school, the halls were eerily quiet. I was at my locker getting my books for French when my English teacher poked her head out of her room. “The space shuttle blew up,” she said.
“The one with the teacher on it?” I asked.
We spent our French class squeezed in with the Spanish class across the hall, because they happened to have a TV. The footage played over and over—Challenger launching, that spark of a flame, the explosion and then those two snakes of smoke that seemed to be trying to reach out for each other.
We all sat in stunned silence; twitching each time they showed Challenger’s fiery end. Maybe we hoped that the next time we saw it, the result would be different, and Christa McAuliffe and the other astronauts were still flying out into the cosmos.
They were, but not the way we hoped.
“We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of earth’ to ‘touch the face of God.’” —from President Reagan’s address that night, quoting the poem High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
“That’s not funny,” she said. It wasn’t a joke.
She also remembers it was a Friday, and the senior prom was planned for the next day. There was great debate about the prom going on as planned, and the students voted to have it. It was the week before Thanksgiving, and they closed the school the following week.
She reiterated those facts this weekend, when I called to research this. She can remember it like it was yesterday, but I am sure if I asked what she had for breakfast yesterday, she would have to think about it. What is it about tragedies that freeze us in a moment, leaving part of us stuck there forever?
I remember a substitute teacher telling us that the night before, John Lennon had been shot and killed. I was in the fourth grade then, yet I remember it as vividly as the cold November morning that Katie Couric told us George was gone, too.
I remember watching Saturday Night Live with my roommates when Brian Williams broke in to say that Princess Diana had been in a car accident in Paris. With each breaking news report, we held our breath a little more, until Brian broke in and told us that our fairy tale princess was gone. The three of us set our alarms so we could watch her funeral as it happened. The streets of London were full of people, just like they were when we all set our alarms to watch her get married not that many years before.
I remember my phone ringing before 9 on a Saturday morning. It was Timmer. “Are you bleeding or on fire,” I asked, groggy with weekend sleep. “John’s plane is missing,” he said. I sat up, suddenly wide-awake. He didn’t have to tell me who John was. I knew. We went to a pub-crawl that day, but I hardly participated. I was too busy concentrating on the TVs all the bars had on, tuned to CNN. I kept watching, unwilling to let go of that thin thread of hope for our handsome JFK. They did find his plane at last. When I went home a couple weeks later for my high school reunion, the Kennedy family quietly returned him to the sea.
And I remember that sunny Tuesday in September when Matt Lauer was interviewing Richard Hack about his book Hughes. In the middle of the interview, Matt said they had to break away. I called my friend Suzy to tell her that some dumb ass had flown his bi-plane into the World Trade Center. I saw the second plane come on screen. I saw it was a plane, but my first instinct was that it was a news helicopter. Then it turned, and with a red explosion, the world turned sideways. I don’t even think I told Suzy goodbye before I hung up the phone. It wasn't until the next day that I found out that our friend Brian Terrenzi, who had worked for Cantor Fitzgerald, had been lost.
So where is this coming from, this morbid trip through the tragedies of years past…
Twenty-two years ago today, I was in the ninth grade. We were studying China in Social Studies, so our teachers arranged a “field trip” to a nearby Chinese restaurant, because nothing says China like a restaurant in Kirkwood, N.Y., simply called Szezuan Cuisine. We had gone early, before our usual lunchtime. When we got back to school, the halls were eerily quiet. I was at my locker getting my books for French when my English teacher poked her head out of her room. “The space shuttle blew up,” she said.
“The one with the teacher on it?” I asked.
We spent our French class squeezed in with the Spanish class across the hall, because they happened to have a TV. The footage played over and over—Challenger launching, that spark of a flame, the explosion and then those two snakes of smoke that seemed to be trying to reach out for each other.
We all sat in stunned silence; twitching each time they showed Challenger’s fiery end. Maybe we hoped that the next time we saw it, the result would be different, and Christa McAuliffe and the other astronauts were still flying out into the cosmos.
They were, but not the way we hoped.
“We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of earth’ to ‘touch the face of God.’” —from President Reagan’s address that night, quoting the poem High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
See What I Mean?!?!
I just can't stop. Someone help me.
1. Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?
I don't know. Probably not.
2. When was the last time you felt unbearably guilty?
I'll spare the details and just say that now I live in Florida.
3. How is life going for you right now?
See my previous post. It's going pretty good.
4. When was the last time you held someones hand?
Uhhh... I don't remember
5. What made you happy today?
I finally went to the front office to pick up my new posters. I can't wait to get them framed!
6. Are you mad at anyone right now?
Gee, no.
7. Who was the last guy/girl you talked to?
The girl in the front office who gave me my posters.
8. Last words you spoke?
"I know you are not going to jump on that kitchen counter!"
9. Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a G?
Yes.
10. Would you get married if you could right now?
no
11. What's the best feeling you've ever had?
In recent memory, probably when I was offered my new job.
12. Who was the last person, of the opposite sex, you talked to on the phone?
Chris, last night.
13. How do you feel about gay marriage?
should be legal
14. What is the next concert you're going to?
who knows
17. Can you play guitar?
No.
18. Do you like someone?
I like a lot of people.
19. What time did you go to bed last night?
1:30 am
20. would you rather be freezing or very very very hot?
freezing, you can always add extra layers
21.Is any part of your body sore?
my right shoulder and arm
22. What do you wear more: jeans, sweatpants, or slacks?
Probably jeans. I don't own sweatpants. Slacks! ARGH! That is one of my least favorite words ever. They are pants.
23. What was the last movie you watched?
I watched part of the Da Vinci Code last night.
24. What do you currently hear right now?
The sound of silence. Not the song, just actual silence.
25. Do you fight with your parents often?
No
26. Want anything really bad?
I want a new mouse. This one is driving me crazy!
27. who was your first kiss of 2008?
I am sad to say it has not happened yet.
28. Where did you sleep last?
my bed.
29. What's your biggest regret?
I'm over it. You can't change the past
30. Where is your phone?
In the living room.
31. Coach purse or NFL game?
NFL game
32. Do you like your house?
It's an apartment, and yes.
33. Do you wear hats?
not usually. I don't think I look good in hats.
34. What do you currently smell like?
Grapefruit and pomegranate
35. How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?
Two days older than hell freezing over.
36. Would you rather watch football or baseball?
football.
37. Missing someone right now?
yes.
38. Do you have a computer in your room?
yep
39. Are you eating anything?
no
40. What was the weather like today?
warm and sunny. Gotta love south Florida
41. Do you like dancing?
Yep.
43. Did you cry today?
Actually yes. I am writing something and it made me sad. Coming soon to a blog near you (i.e. this one)
44. What's something that bothers you?
this mouse
45. Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?
No.
46. How much money do you have on you?
none
47. Do you speak another language other than English?
a slight bit of French
49. What shoes are you wearing?
no shoes
50. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?
Stephanie last night at Rocco's Tacos
1. Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?
I don't know. Probably not.
2. When was the last time you felt unbearably guilty?
I'll spare the details and just say that now I live in Florida.
3. How is life going for you right now?
See my previous post. It's going pretty good.
4. When was the last time you held someones hand?
Uhhh... I don't remember
5. What made you happy today?
I finally went to the front office to pick up my new posters. I can't wait to get them framed!
6. Are you mad at anyone right now?
Gee, no.
7. Who was the last guy/girl you talked to?
The girl in the front office who gave me my posters.
8. Last words you spoke?
"I know you are not going to jump on that kitchen counter!"
9. Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a G?
Yes.
10. Would you get married if you could right now?
no
11. What's the best feeling you've ever had?
In recent memory, probably when I was offered my new job.
12. Who was the last person, of the opposite sex, you talked to on the phone?
Chris, last night.
13. How do you feel about gay marriage?
should be legal
14. What is the next concert you're going to?
who knows
17. Can you play guitar?
No.
18. Do you like someone?
I like a lot of people.
19. What time did you go to bed last night?
1:30 am
20. would you rather be freezing or very very very hot?
freezing, you can always add extra layers
21.Is any part of your body sore?
my right shoulder and arm
22. What do you wear more: jeans, sweatpants, or slacks?
Probably jeans. I don't own sweatpants. Slacks! ARGH! That is one of my least favorite words ever. They are pants.
23. What was the last movie you watched?
I watched part of the Da Vinci Code last night.
24. What do you currently hear right now?
The sound of silence. Not the song, just actual silence.
25. Do you fight with your parents often?
No
26. Want anything really bad?
I want a new mouse. This one is driving me crazy!
27. who was your first kiss of 2008?
I am sad to say it has not happened yet.
28. Where did you sleep last?
my bed.
29. What's your biggest regret?
I'm over it. You can't change the past
30. Where is your phone?
In the living room.
31. Coach purse or NFL game?
NFL game
32. Do you like your house?
It's an apartment, and yes.
33. Do you wear hats?
not usually. I don't think I look good in hats.
34. What do you currently smell like?
Grapefruit and pomegranate
35. How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?
Two days older than hell freezing over.
36. Would you rather watch football or baseball?
football.
37. Missing someone right now?
yes.
38. Do you have a computer in your room?
yep
39. Are you eating anything?
no
40. What was the weather like today?
warm and sunny. Gotta love south Florida
41. Do you like dancing?
Yep.
43. Did you cry today?
Actually yes. I am writing something and it made me sad. Coming soon to a blog near you (i.e. this one)
44. What's something that bothers you?
this mouse
45. Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?
No.
46. How much money do you have on you?
none
47. Do you speak another language other than English?
a slight bit of French
49. What shoes are you wearing?
no shoes
50. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?
Stephanie last night at Rocco's Tacos
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I don't want to jinx it, but I love my job
When I was unhappy at previous jobs, my mom would say that no one likes their job. I thought that was such a sad thing to say. Why would you do something that takes up the majority of your time, life and energy and not enjoy it? But then again, my mom taught math to high school students for 40 years. I guess she was kind of speaking for herself more than anything. In my case, I don't think it was the job so much as where I did the job, because I have worked in pretty miserable places for the love of my craft. BUT, even working for slave drivers and sexist, bigoted insane people, I must say that the profession I have chosen pretty much rocks.
I have had the opportunity to meet and/or interview so many different people from all across the spectrum, from entertainers and sports figures to former First Lady Roslynn Carter, a woman I greatly admire. I even shook hands with Jimmy himself (and I've got the picture to prove it). I had dinner with Lou Holtz, and went to the sets of Days of Our Lives and Guiding Light for face-to-face interviews. I've talked to just about every designer on Trading Spaces plus one of the Queer Eyes. I tried not to gush like an ass when I talked to hockey star Joe Sakic and sucked up to former New York Governor Mario Cuomo by telling him I had seen him speak at my college, a SUNY school. He beamed and said, "You got a good education, didn't you?"
And then I moved to Florida.
I've said before that I think this was the job I have been looking for all along. I don't want to jinx it though. You never know what could happen tomorrow. But, it's been interesting and exciting since day one. Because on day one, my new boss asked me two things. "Do you have a passport?" Yes. "Do you want to go to Grenada?" OH, YES! I knew right then and there that things were going to be exciting and fun, but still challenging.
And then she threw me into the deep end of the pool.
"I want you to do a profile feature for the January issue on a prominent Palm Beacher." I was ready. Then the other shoe dropped.
"Donald Trump."
I can honestly say that the prospect of interviewing The Donald made me more nervous than interviewing anyone. He's very intimidating, and if it went bad and he didn't like the piece, I was petrified he'd hold up the magazine on the Today Show and curse my name for the world and my parents to see. Plus, I wanted to do a good job, obviously, for my first big assignment. I almost threw up before the interview. Thank God it was over the phone. He was actually very gracious and professional, and the interview went well. Plus, his office told me they were pleased with how it came out, so yay!
My love for the job has just bloomed from there. I've tried not to stumble like an ass while interviewing Art Garfunkel (and fight the urge to ask if he could be bought for $1 million like the Barenaked Ladies claim), and I didn't flash my boobs at Vince Neil when we shot him for the March issue (I've seen the videos, I know that's what he's used to). But, it was the day before my birthday, so I did have to get a picture with him.
Plus, I get to experience different restaurants in the area and collect fun and funky decor items to be featured. And every month, I get to plan a party. Granted it's a fictional party, but I get to plan it, and money is no object! And there isn't a sexist, bigoted insane person to be found anywhere in my new office.
And just to drive home the awesomeness, this afternoon my phone rang, and the caller ID said Jonathan Adler!
SQUEAL!! (It was actually Simon Doonan calling for a piece I am doing for April, but still, SQUEAL!!)
See Mom, people can like their jobs. They can even love them, and thoroughly enjoy the fun they have doing it, and the people they meet along the way.
(photo by Michael Price)
Monday, January 21, 2008
Getting to know you
Or getting to know your friends, check out this survey, or whatever they are calling the email quizzes, surveys and Q&As. I got three of them today alone.
I did two.
The other one, I'd already done before. A couple times. I know everyone's favorite color, what they like to drink, if they have a crush on someone or if they've ever been toilet papering.
I don't know why we continue to fill out these quizzes that are obviously aimed at younger people. One today asked who I sat next to in math. I haven't taken math since high school, so I have absolutely no idea who sat next to me. I don't even remember who some of the teachers were. It reminds me of those notes that used to get passed, "Do you like me? Yes or No? Circle one and give back."
Call it a guilty pleasure. Or it's a way to pass the time during lunch, or a break from doing work. Although it does take away from my busy lunch pastime of thesuperficial.com and wwtdd.com. Some people fill them out immediately and without fail. Some people don't do them at all, yet we keep sending them out on the off-chance that we'll catch them on a slow lunch period (Nancy).
They are silly and more than a little "high school." But it's funny to see how people answer questions in an original way, and it's nice to take a break from responsibilities and work and editing stories to catch up with friends both far and near. Even if it is just to let them know that you like to watch hockey and you first kissed a boy when you were 16.
I did two.
The other one, I'd already done before. A couple times. I know everyone's favorite color, what they like to drink, if they have a crush on someone or if they've ever been toilet papering.
I don't know why we continue to fill out these quizzes that are obviously aimed at younger people. One today asked who I sat next to in math. I haven't taken math since high school, so I have absolutely no idea who sat next to me. I don't even remember who some of the teachers were. It reminds me of those notes that used to get passed, "Do you like me? Yes or No? Circle one and give back."
Call it a guilty pleasure. Or it's a way to pass the time during lunch, or a break from doing work. Although it does take away from my busy lunch pastime of thesuperficial.com and wwtdd.com. Some people fill them out immediately and without fail. Some people don't do them at all, yet we keep sending them out on the off-chance that we'll catch them on a slow lunch period (Nancy).
They are silly and more than a little "high school." But it's funny to see how people answer questions in an original way, and it's nice to take a break from responsibilities and work and editing stories to catch up with friends both far and near. Even if it is just to let them know that you like to watch hockey and you first kissed a boy when you were 16.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Woulda, shoulda, coulda
I'm going to be 37 on Tuesday, and this morning I found a white hair in my eyebrow. I've been pulling white hairs out of my head for a while. Even now, there are some up there, mocking me as they bust through the dye. The eyebrow thing, however, is a relatively new thing. But it's a reminder that I am farther along on the fast track to 40, and it made me, I guess nostalgic would be the word.
40 seems so old. I don't feel like I should be three years away from it. I don't feel 37. I know that, thanks to good genes and a vampire-like aversion to laying in the sun, I don't look 37. I usually get 28 or 30.
I know, you're only as old as you feel, or whatever bullshit people like to put on cards or coffee mugs. I should only be 28 or 30. Shouldn't I have accomplished more by now? Shouldn't I have more to show for 37 years than a Honda, a rented apartment and a new sofa?
Maybe I should have gone to New York City after college. I could be a high-level editor of a national magazine, living a fabulously glamorous life. One of those editors they get on the Today Show to comment about things. Or, I could have gone there, not been able to find a job and headed back to Bingo-town with my tail between my legs, ending up working at the Press & Sun-Bulletin, writing stories about the Spiedie Fest and the Crappy Derby.
The first thing people who I haven't spoken to in a while ask me, after they ask about my health, is if I'm dating someone. When I say no, I get the sad sigh. I recognize it, because I do it so often myself. I live with a cat. That's it. I've kissed a lot of boys. I've even been in love a couple times. But at 37, I live with a cat.
The path of my "love" life is pretty flat. Some ups, downs, sunshine, rain and all those other cliches about cows, free milk and more fish in the sea. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed so many boys, or maybe kissed different ones. Maybe there was a time or two when I should have looked at who was in front of me instead of who was behind me. Or maybe I could see that they were grounded where they were, and I had other places to see.
But, if something or someone had "worked out," I probably wouldn't have been able to take the job that I have now. I had to move to a different city. A much easier choice to make when I was the only one who had to make it. And I love this new job. I am afraid to say it's the job I've been looking for this whole time.
So I've stood at forks and made choices. It's hard sometimes not to look back at roads not taken to wonder what could have been or what should have been. The roads I have taken have brought me to what is. White hairs in my eyebrows and all.
40 seems so old. I don't feel like I should be three years away from it. I don't feel 37. I know that, thanks to good genes and a vampire-like aversion to laying in the sun, I don't look 37. I usually get 28 or 30.
I know, you're only as old as you feel, or whatever bullshit people like to put on cards or coffee mugs. I should only be 28 or 30. Shouldn't I have accomplished more by now? Shouldn't I have more to show for 37 years than a Honda, a rented apartment and a new sofa?
Maybe I should have gone to New York City after college. I could be a high-level editor of a national magazine, living a fabulously glamorous life. One of those editors they get on the Today Show to comment about things. Or, I could have gone there, not been able to find a job and headed back to Bingo-town with my tail between my legs, ending up working at the Press & Sun-Bulletin, writing stories about the Spiedie Fest and the Crappy Derby.
The first thing people who I haven't spoken to in a while ask me, after they ask about my health, is if I'm dating someone. When I say no, I get the sad sigh. I recognize it, because I do it so often myself. I live with a cat. That's it. I've kissed a lot of boys. I've even been in love a couple times. But at 37, I live with a cat.
The path of my "love" life is pretty flat. Some ups, downs, sunshine, rain and all those other cliches about cows, free milk and more fish in the sea. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed so many boys, or maybe kissed different ones. Maybe there was a time or two when I should have looked at who was in front of me instead of who was behind me. Or maybe I could see that they were grounded where they were, and I had other places to see.
But, if something or someone had "worked out," I probably wouldn't have been able to take the job that I have now. I had to move to a different city. A much easier choice to make when I was the only one who had to make it. And I love this new job. I am afraid to say it's the job I've been looking for this whole time.
So I've stood at forks and made choices. It's hard sometimes not to look back at roads not taken to wonder what could have been or what should have been. The roads I have taken have brought me to what is. White hairs in my eyebrows and all.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Simon says
I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it. That is, if you can be in love with a lipstick. I don't usually buy lipstick. I work at a magazine. We get that stuff for free. (Really good stuff, too.) I have a drawer full of shades and glosses, mattes and shimmers that I wear here and there. But I was inspired.
I got a review copy of book by a very witty and fabulous designer that I am interviewing soon. In it, he suggests you find your signature lipstick shade and buy enough to last the rest of your life. He, of course, said it more beautifully and affirming than that, but I don't want to plagiarize. (You can check it out yourself when Eccentric Glamour by Simon Doonan comes out in April. Get it!)
I received some gift cards for Christmas, so I headed to Macy's to take advantage of the sales. I got a couple fun skirts and tops, but still had a little left on one of my cards. Shoes were picked over, so I headed to the makeup counters. They just opened a LUSH counter. Their stuff is wonderful. (lushusa.com)
With a couple more gift dollars to burn, I thought, why not get a lipstick? I headed to Clinique, but they didn't have any colors that caught my eye, so I wandered over to Estee Lauder. I tried a couple shades on my hand. One stood out (in a good way), so I bought it. I didn't buy a lifetime supply, just the one tube.
I put it on when I got to the car—and fell in love instantly. It was the perfect shade! Not too pinky, and not orangey at all (like some colors tend to look on me). It's fabulous! So I guess I'm going to have to start hording it, because you never know when it will be discontinued.
If you're ever stuck with what to get me for Christmas or my birthday (January 15th) or just because—Estee Lauder Signature Lipstick in Black Cherry (C36). I need to build up a lifetime supply, and I plan to live a long time.
Simon says!!
I got a review copy of book by a very witty and fabulous designer that I am interviewing soon. In it, he suggests you find your signature lipstick shade and buy enough to last the rest of your life. He, of course, said it more beautifully and affirming than that, but I don't want to plagiarize. (You can check it out yourself when Eccentric Glamour by Simon Doonan comes out in April. Get it!)
I received some gift cards for Christmas, so I headed to Macy's to take advantage of the sales. I got a couple fun skirts and tops, but still had a little left on one of my cards. Shoes were picked over, so I headed to the makeup counters. They just opened a LUSH counter. Their stuff is wonderful. (lushusa.com)
With a couple more gift dollars to burn, I thought, why not get a lipstick? I headed to Clinique, but they didn't have any colors that caught my eye, so I wandered over to Estee Lauder. I tried a couple shades on my hand. One stood out (in a good way), so I bought it. I didn't buy a lifetime supply, just the one tube.
I put it on when I got to the car—and fell in love instantly. It was the perfect shade! Not too pinky, and not orangey at all (like some colors tend to look on me). It's fabulous! So I guess I'm going to have to start hording it, because you never know when it will be discontinued.
If you're ever stuck with what to get me for Christmas or my birthday (January 15th) or just because—Estee Lauder Signature Lipstick in Black Cherry (C36). I need to build up a lifetime supply, and I plan to live a long time.
Simon says!!
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