my first lipstick… it’s Bausc!

I just bought my first lipstick… it’s a delicious deep cherry with a subtle shimmer in an equally appealing metallic blue case and it’s my first grown-up purchase in my life (aside from putting my name on the New York apartment lease… eek!). Sure, I’ve gone through my mother’s lipstick collection, sampled the Clinique counter ,and could fill bags with chap-stick, lip balm, and the glossy stuff that I adore. But a real date-perfect, job-interview, bridesmaid’s-smile lipstick? Not before Bausc.

You might at this point be thinking that I’m the 15-year-old daughter of your neighbor, or even a fresh-faced college co-ed. No, folks, I’m twenty-five years old and a (nearly) bona fide adult. I do love getting dressed up, and while I don’t wear a lot of makeup, I got in the habit of looking ‘nice’ when I became a teacher two years ago. But still, lipstick seemed so OLD to me. Despite the valiant efforts of makeup companies to pose celebrities with fire-engine red and dark chocolate and purple haze puckers, I still thought of lipstick as the stale and waxy stuff that remains on your cheek after Great-Great Aunt Beatrice kisses you.

Regular lipstick, let’s face it, is just not very sexy. There is something gross about putting an obvious cake of chemicals on your MOUTH… don’t we eat with that? Not to mention kiss… I pity the date who approaches the layers-of-petroleum mouth for a goodnight smooch. The half-moon of red on your wine-glass rim… [shudders].

With all of these prejudices in mind, I was hesitant to try Bausc’s lipstick. I couldn’t imagine what Bausc might have to offer me that a whole department store floor of makeup counters could not. Imagine the thrill when I felt the smooth, sheer glide and saw the beautiful transformation in the mirror: girl into woman. My chocolate cherry is like a layer of icing on a warm cake; it doesn’t sit on top of my lips like traditional heavy lipstick, but becomes a part of my lips to give just an extra boost of sweetness. Sexy, and fresh, and it’s doesn’t taste like gasoline!

The Bausc-stick is so great that I can’t stop wearing it—literally! I had to force myself not to apply a swipe before going jogging yesterday (the only witnesses would have been a few lemonade-stand entrepreneurs). Luckily I have a few Bausc-worthy occasions this week: I’m going to the post office later, meeting my sister for ice cream, interviewing for a new job, and… oh, a date on Friday. Sexy, fresh lips? Chocolate cherry is my silver bullet.