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" I was tired of being angry. It was too much trouble to grumble at every glance. And yet, I couldn&amp;#039;t just accept it the way it was. It was as if a wasteland had appeared where once a happy oasis of love existed. I couldn&amp;#039;t take it any longer. And since I couldn&amp;#039;t leave it, nor could I find a new one, I accepted it as it was. But with a new shade of color. Yep, my old tired face got a new lipstick - Smoking red. I totally overpaid for the experiene of walking up to a Laura Mercier counter at Nordstrom and dropping almost $30.00 on a shade of matte the color of my highschool prom roses. But I don&amp;#039;t regret a thing. This, coming from a self-acclaimed thrift store/resale selling/99 Cent Store impulse buying junkie is something indeed! I feel liberated. I feel sassy. I feel like the old Andrea is coming out to play. (Except not in those stilettos. I&amp;#039;m 6&amp;#039;1 as it is. I&amp;#039;d be GINORMOUS.) No more cracked lips from Rite Aid dollar lip liners! And wow, my skin is softer, too! Not because of the lipstick, but because I bought some spf 30 hydrating foundation to go with it. (And no, I totally didn&amp;#039;t get paid to say any of this. I&amp;#039;m was sucked into the retail vortex of reclaiming my youth just like the rest of you!) At 39, I&amp;#039;m no longer a candidate for the haute Mac goth look, but I&amp;#039;m not ready for the Estee Lauder sweater set crowd either. My new shade of red shows that. And, because I feel so, dare I say it, &amp;quot;sexy&amp;quot;, I started curling my hair again. I&amp;#039;m powdering AND I&amp;#039;m wearing... gasp... mascara. If I&amp;#039;m going to go 50&amp;#039;s housewife, I&amp;#039;m going to do it in style! I have had meals on the table for the past few days right at 6. I&amp;#039;ve had perfume. I&amp;#039;ve even forgotten my panties on a few occasions for a post-kid romp. Which is exactly why my husband has chosen this week, of all weeks, to work every night until 10pm. Oh, well. I did it for me. I don&amp;#039;t need his validation! (Oh who am I kidding... it would have been fun to hear him ooh and awww. But its his loss. Just like it&amp;#039;ll be his loss tomorrow when I come home too tired from a day of cherry picking at the farm to roll in the hay upstairs with him. Take the &amp;quot;cherry picking&amp;quot; analogy any way you&amp;#039;d like it, but I&amp;#039;m literally picking cherries with the kids. Lucky you - you&amp;#039;ll get to hear all about it on Friday.) How about you ladies out there? Are you happy with your &amp;quot;look&amp;quot; or is it affecting your sex life? Happy Hump Day! * Photo from All Posters.com. I just adore that site and the style of those poster girls. They were just so spunky and curvy. I swear I&amp;#039;ll be that old grandma with the red shoes and bright lipstick - just to stay plucky and keep Rex on his toes (or off them... that works, too!) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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