The exact moment I became a beauty junkie happened New Years Eve 1986. After slipping on my pretty pink dress and black patent Mary Janes, I spent the remainder of the afternoon in my grandma’s room watching her get ready for the massive party my family threw every year. I sat in awe, watching as Ponds Face Powder, shimmery white eye-shadow and deep pink lipstick transformed my sweet old grandma into a glam goddess. When she was done, she handed me her tube of lipstick, and guided my hand with hers as I swept the frosty pink shade across my lips. And just like that, I was hooked.
In middle school, I hid a tube of Revlon Red lipstick in my coin purse, applying it as soon as I got to school, then wiping it off before my parents came to pick me up. I stock piled Lip Smackers in every flavor. And I spent hours in my room mixing nail polish colors until I got just the right shade to match my outfit.
Years later, my obsession continues. I have drawers upon drawers full of cosmetics. I always have a current Sephora catalog in my apartment. My nails are always done. And you’ll never catch me without heavily lined eyes and glossy pink lips. Yes, my grandma taught me well.