Lipstick Anniversary

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18065323.post-70617391261621471212009-06-27T09:31:00.001-04:002009-06-27T09:31:55.611-04:00Lipstick AnniversaryA week or two before my wedding, I visited the Clinique counter at Marshall Field's in Old Orchard Mall. Although I never wore make-up, my friends were horrified by my plan to attend my own wedding au natural, and insisted that I needed to obtain some sort of lip color for the event at the least. The saleswoman listened to my plight and suggested that I might like the Chubby Stick, which was essentially a lipstick crayon. I bought two shades.After my weding, I returned to my unfeminine ways and rarely used either Chubby Stick. As I approach my nine year wedding anniversary (July 2), I still had both. I put one on last week, only to discover a strange chemical taste on my lips. For once, I exercised good judgement and threw them out, even though there was a lot left and I hate waste.The lipstick outlasted Marshall Field's (taken over by Macy's, and boycotted by all quality Chiagoans), but happily, not my marriage. I'll consider wearing a new lipstick when we celebrate with Giordano's and Ann Sather and the Taste of Chicago on Thursday.-- Sent from my mobile deviceBlog: <a href="http://www.cussandotherrants.com">www.cussandotherrants.com</a> Book: <a href="http://www.offthebeatensubwaytrack.com">www.offthebeatensubwaytrack.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18065323-7061739126162147121?l=www.cussandotherrants.com'/></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279999850117456433noreply@blogger.com3