Just Kristin

Inspired by the lovely Vio­let Offender, and accom­pa­nied by D and VO’s SO, Snorgy, I stopped by a Sephora — a store I had up until this point shunned as a pur­veyor of items I had never really used my whole life (cer­tain that really, noth­ing could help my looks, that make-up would sim­ply give peo­ple a Turner­ized ver­sion of the same old movie) — and pur­chased a tube? stick? 一本? of LORAC Plum Lucky Cream Lip­stick. This was the first lip­stick pur­chase I have made since the “knock-me-down-f*ck-me-hard red” I bought for my sister’s wed­ding. I am not sure what effect it has had, although I have rec’d many com­pli­ments, not least from the 2 men who helped me pick it out. Fur­ther­more, I am not sure how to take the com­pli­ments, tend­ing, in my pro­fes­sion­ally self-deprecating way, to feel the same way about them as I do being told “My, you look nice today (empha­sis mine).” Still, I like how it makes me look, and I like my new hair­cut. Why do I feel so odd say­ing that?