Ruby Red Lips

So, last night. I was wiped out. Seriously. And I had such plans to primp and curl.

As I reclined on the sofa, watching a history channel biography with E on Rommell, munching on a piece of fudge, I just couldn't muster the energy to put on lip gloss -- much less touch my hair. I tugged a little at the hopeless, loose pile of hair I had bound with a band atop my head. No. No picture this evening.

Instead, I remembered a photo I had recently scanned from 1982. I think it's a suitable exchange for the promised photo. I loved playing dress up when I was a little girl.

And I adored red lipstick, which I would apply liberally at every opportunity (As long as we weren't leaving the house; a strict rule of my mother's. She wasn't raising a mini-hoochie...)

My hair is curled into ringlets here. Lovely. (It was afterall a holiday.) And notice I'm changing my doll's diaper. How apt for this blog.