My Lippies, My Babies Part 1
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| My lost baby |
The tragic story of my lost baby. Yes. I do call my lipstick collection as my babies. They are as precious as my pet cats. So when I lost one, I cried over it. No kidding. And this isn't the first time I lost my baby, though I must say this is the most tragic of all because this is about my first MAC baby.
If you know me well enough, you will understand my love for lipsticks. Bold color lipstick. Fuschia lipstick. You name it. I can even recall myself as drugstore lippies junkie. So when I got my first MAC lipstick it was a historical moment for me. I got it as a reward for myself and as historical as it was, the tragic story of losing it was also historical.Don't get mad if I gone dramatic. Lipsticks are my babies. Though losing this one isn't the first for me. I have lost Colourpop Ellarie before, tragically because of me putting it on my jeans pocket and it jumped out of it on my ride home. Tragic. But not as tragic as this MAC one. This one I had no idea where and when it jumped out of my pouch. I was still holding it yesterday yet I couldn't find it today (by the time the post was written (20161227) -red).
What made it more tragic was not only it was my first MAC baby, it was also my signature color. Would I buy a new one in the future? Highly likely. Not only it was one of my holy grail lipstick, the color is my go-to. The thing is I don't know when I would get a new one because MAC isn't drugstore price. I wouldn't trade this one with the dupe either because it is my holy grail. Wherever you are right now, my baby, I hope the new owner love you more -weeping in the corner-
So that was my tragic lippies story. Have you lost your babies (lippies)? Do share your story on the comment box below and let's mourning and consoling each other :*
So that was my tragic lippies story. Have you lost your babies (lippies)? Do share your story on the comment box below and let's mourning and consoling each other :*
