Lipstick and Dynamite. My sister snarled at the name of the blog I created today. “What does that even mean,” she spat. I stared at her, bewildered at how blatantly she shot down what I thought was a clever name. I’m unsure of whether or not it’s clever now, because obviously my sister didn’t catch on. But it isn’t meaningless. It’s girly and strong. Feminine and rugged.
This is a beauty and lifestyle blog: created because I love all things pretty, and frilly. And mostly because I can’t go into a Sephora without walking out $50 poorer. Beauty. But I’m also a 19 year old girl (am I still too young to be considered a woman?) going to school, working, and living out life. And life isn’t always as glitzy as my makeup. In fact, it rarely is. It’s complicated and wonderful and unpredictable and ineffable, mostly. Dynamite.
When life isn’t as sparkly as I’d like it to be, I have a few things that cheer me up. One of those things happen to be makeup (mac n’ cheese usually does the trick too). I mean, have you ever swiped on some red lipstick and had a bad day?…okay, maybe. But you can’t say it doesn’t perk you up a little.
Lipstick and dynamite. An odd pairing, sure. But it’s also kind of perfect. For me at least.
So there, sis.
P.S.—My sister’s really supportive of this blog and it’s name (now).