When we went to visit Jenny at the mortuary with just us girls (her two daughters, my daughter and me), her daughters were shocked at how unpresentable she looked. They should know, as children they helped their dad in his undertaker business. They had helped prep dozens of corpses. We quickly proceeded to ‘liven up’ her face. I happened to have this tinted lip gloss with me with an “EXTREME SENSATION” warning on it, meaning it had a plumping effect. I warned the girls that it was kinda ‘spicy’, to which the youngest daughter replied “Well, so was she.” The experience took me back to my brief film period, when I worked as an art director/actor/make up-wardrobe extraordinaire/director/electrical person/whatever else was needed. I applied the gloss to her cheeks with my finger and to her lips using the tip of the applicator. They asked me whether I would not rather use a Q-tip instead. I said “No, I’m good”, knowing fully well that I was not quite ready for such a bold move. Now the gloss is kicking around somewhere in my handbag. Stupid really, for some reason, I have not dared to apply it. But I have not thrown it out either. I’m still working up that courage, I guess.

PS: If you are wondering about the color, it was “03 Nude Swings.”