I wrote this a few years back. My apologies if you've seen it before, but it felt right for today. Happy January!
"Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman -- it just makes you look better to have a little color." - Lady Bird Johnson
A few days into my makeup-wearing adventure, I looked at my coffee cup and saw lipstick on its edge. My first thought was, I'll admit, "Yuck," and I grabbed a napkin to rub it away. My second thought was of my mother-in-law, who left lipstick on every cup she drank from and, more importantly, on everyone she kissed hello or goodbye.
In short, lipstick was part of Mom's telling you she loved you. I think of her every time I see my "Tickled Pink" lip print on my cup. And I leave it there.
You might wonder, and rightfully so, what lipstick smears have to do with writing romance or women's fiction. The only time the prints show up is on murder mystery covers or if a wayward husband is having an affair.
But my kids grew up with their grandma's lip prints on their foreheads and their cheeks. It is a memory that has a place in all our hearts. It gives joy to me each time I look at the pink spot on my cup.
As an author, this is what I want to give to people who read my stuff. They don't have to remember all my titles, protagonists, or story lines. They don't have to finish a book if it doesn't click after the first chapter, although I thank them for trying.
But, if they remember Grace Elliot saying "geezy Pete," or Lucy Dolan's cat, Kitty Kinsale, or that Cass Logan made the best gingerbread men in Christmas Town, I'm happy with that. I hope they are, too. I hope it's the lipstick print on their cups and that they smile when they remember.
Wonderful post. I have so many memories of my grandmother and her lipstick. She wore a shade called Instant Mocha. When she passed away, we found around 40 tubes of it in her drawer. She was afraid it would be discontinued, so she prepared for that possibility. She was something!
ReplyDeleteI love that story! My mother-in-law was very picky about her colors and she looked like a million bucks no matter what one she wore.
DeleteLove this!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nan!
DeleteYour writing never fails to touch me! I used to never go out without makeup. COVID changed that (among other things). Now I rarely wear it, and that's okay too. It's funny what little things can stir up memories for us!
ReplyDeleteEvery time I wear it, I swear I'm going to do it more often because...you know...I look a lot better. And then I don't. :-)
DeleteYou made me tear up, Liz. Your post made me think of my mom who never went out without her lipstick on. On that final trip to the hospital, she pulled her lipstick from her makeup bag and stroked it on her lips. Oh, gosh. I miss her so much.
ReplyDeleteOh, I understand! Mom--my mother-in-law--had hers with her, too. We're lucky in our memories, aren't we? Thanks for coming by, Joan.
DeleteSymbols and memories: sweet!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Roseann. They are sweet!
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