Mum greeted everyone with a blooming smile,
lips frosted pink, applied and blotted
before leaving our top floor flat.
I used to delve into her make-up bag,
untwist precious tubes and smear
mouth, cheeks and chin with colour.
I learned to love carmine caresses
of creamy lipstick, blotted with kisses,
or left steaming on cups in restaurants.
But during this pandemic year,
my lips have been left cold and bare,
and I’m longing to dress up a bit,
with ‘fuller fig’ applied to lips,
and make my big escape.
Kim M. Russell, 15th April 2021
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen
We’re halfway through April and NaPoWriMo 2021, and today’s prompt from Juan Martinez asks us to think about a small habit picked up from one of our parents, and then write a piece that explores an early memory of our parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about ourselves engaging in the same habit.
writing in north norfolk 
Lovely!
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Thank you, Angela!
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This brought back memories of when one could buy flavoured lipsticks! I think caramel was my favourite one.
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I’m hung up on Clinique’s Chubby Sticks – they are like crayons, so easy to apply, and they come in a great range of colours.
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So sweet Kim 🙂
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Thanks so much!😊
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luscious
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😊
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Snap on the going bare. Just Lypsyl lately. I feel like I was just introduced to your mum.
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You would have liked her.😊
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My mother and her sisters paved the way for my life long love affair with lipstick. I’ve always said if stranded on a desert island, I must, must have a lipstick ~ if allowed one luxury item. Matte leaves a subtle lip print on cups and glasses I have discovered …… I love your poem!
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Thanks Helen!
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Kim, I am not chauvinistic BUT your picture has two cuties!!! (I think you know that in my next life I want to be a girl.) I liked and identifies with your line, “I used to delve into her make-up bag” as our now eleven-year old youngest granddaughter would do that at our house with Mrs. Jim’s. And she left the biggest mess. Now at eleven she is allowed to have her own bag.
Forgive me, but, ” http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/KP “.
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Thank you so much, Jim! I’m off to follow your link.:)
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She’s a cutie!
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This is lovely Kim! I remember being fascinated with my mum’s nail varnish. I hope you get to go out somewhere nice soon 😊
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Thank you, Ingrid. I was never really interested in having my nails painted but I was fascinated with the lovely little coloured bottles. 😊
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