Her fingernails, acrylic, were always painted a cherry red. Toenails, colored to match. She slept and bathed with a diamond heart necklace clasped around her neck. A tube of true red lipstick, the standard in her purse, joined by several pretty hankies and a compact.
She was classy.
I want to be classy too.
My 2015 resolution is: To wear red lipstick.
I understand this may not seem like much of a resolution. It is a small step to bringing back being a lady. Women can be strong, independent, smart and still be lovely.
Lipstick.
She kept a tube of true red on her nightstand with a little mirror. When I would greet her in the mornings, she had her lipstick on. Goodnight kisses always left a cherry red mark. No matter what, she always wore red lipstick. Her fingernails and toenails were always red. The manicurist came in once a week to fill in the acrylic and freshen up the paint. I believe feeling pretty made her feel good. I am going to be blogging my journey with weekly recaps and incorporating stories and life lessons I learned from my grandmother and her sisters.
Put on your lipstick.
