After applying my True Red #314 L’Oreal lipstick for my cousin’s wine and cheese on Saturday, I felt fabulous, confident, and empowered. (I even tweeted from the event!)

It was like wearing the indestructible Wonder Woman Bracelets of Victory, minus the enemy shielding powers.

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As I was getting ready for work on Tuesday morning, I decided I would start my own personal private Red Lipstick Challenge: start wearing red lipstick again on a recurrent basis. I would start with a “one week of non-stop red lipstick.”

I did not feel the need to do a post about it or to tell anyone.  I guess my Saturday of red lip power had given me enough confidence and momentum to start my red lipstick challenge… on a work day. I also figured everyone would notice, specially those at the office.

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As usual, I ran out of the house without wearing any makeup but not without first emptying out the contents of the Lucite purse I had used on Saturday into my messenger purse.

All parked in the almost empty $10 flat rate parking building, which is by the way a bargain in downtown-Miami terms, I was ready to apply my make up. I skipped the foundation and the blush, applied my eye make up and was ready for the lips.   Applying red lipstick is an art which takes concealer, a red pencil of the same exact shade as the lipstick, a lip brush and obviously the lipstick.   Skip a step and you get this look.

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So my concealer was on and I could not find the red pencil.  Looked through every single pocket of the messenger bag and not a trace of the pencil.  Who needs a lip pencil anyway?  I just went fishing into my purse again, this time for the lip brush.  Found my lip brush, GLORY!, and before I had a chance to open it, it slipped from my hands.  I screamed as I saw where it was going.  It fell between the driver seat and the center console.

So, I found a pen in my purse and used it to push the brush to the front. Nothing happened.  I tried pushing the brush towards the back.   Nothing happened.  Looked through my purse again as I thought something a little thicker would be more effective.  I pulled a Sharpie from my purse and tried again. Nothing happened.  Don’t ask about the Sharpie; I still don’t know how  it ended up inside my purse.   There was one step left,  move the seat. I got out of the car, pushed the button to get the electric seat all the way to the back, propped my upped body on the seat and still with the Sharpie on my hand, went at it again.  Nothing happened.   By now, I am drenched in sweat, my mascara is running and I thought that the brush was laughing at me. I pushed the electric seat button again and moved the seat all the way to the front and once more, I tried again.  Nothing happened?  No, something did happen; I lost sight of the brush.   I suddenly became aware of my surroundings and glanced around the parking building.  All the parking spaces on my floor had filled!   I am sure I was that morning’s story for many of my parking mates and the brush was not the only one laughing at me.   So what was the end of the story?

I am going to start my Red Lipstick Challenge next week, or the week after. You will know.