Yesterday, when I was eating dinner at my grandma’s house, I spotted something on her dresser. There it was, the lipstick I had gifted her two years ago. Unopened.
Wait, what? I gave this thing to her two years ago, and it was still sitting all sad and lonely in its plastic wrap.
“Grandma!” I shrieked (in Chinese), pointing frantically at the tube and waving my hands around. She promised to open it…later. Yeah, I heard that before. Two years ago. Just so she couldn’t renege on her promise again, I opened it for her. Hey. This was such a nice color.
Sort of a dark fuchsia (right side is more color accurate) with blue/purple sparkles (see left). Just like I remembered, it smelled faintly of roses, which is why I had bought it for her in the first place. The Body Shop Roseflower Lipstick in Deep Pink from their Moroccan Rose Collection. She told me I could try it on. Okay, I thought, what’s the worst that could happen?
As it turns out, pretty terrible things. Click
The second that lipstick touched my lips, I knew it was special. The formula screamed “I’m the chosen one! I am the best!” Seriously, it easily beat out any other lipstick I’ve ever worn in my entire life (and let me tell you, that’s a lot of lippies). It glided on so smoothly and perfectly, didn’t sink into my liplines, felt deliciously moisturizing, and balanced medium pigmentation with a slightly watery texture. Oh. My. God.
Why so many lip swatches? Let’s just say my XSi is still sitting in America, and my Cybershot isn’t really cutting it in terms of color accuracy. The breakdown:
1. Swatch on back of hand. Craptastic, I know. Sorry.
2. Zoomed in lip swatch. Shows the pretty blue-purple sparkles.
3. It ends up this color after a couple of hours (a fresh, dark pink-berry stain sans sparkles)
4. See how nice and moisturizing this looks? Not color accurate.
5. This is how it looks for the first couple of hours. A drop-dead gorgeous, easily wearable fuchsia with bluish purple sparkles.
Unfortunately, while it may have looked good on me, it also looked smashing on my grandma.
“Wow,” she said, trying it on, “This is a good color for me.”
Such is life.
Despite the $16 price tag, I would have rushed right out to buy myself a tube (this is coming from someone who rarely spends more than 5 bucks on her lipsticks) if it weren’t for the fact that The Body Shop doesn’t carry this anymore. Just my luck, right? I finally find my lipstick soulmate and POOF. Goodbye. I vented my feelings by swatching up a storm at Watsons. Of course, none of their lipsticks even came close to the TBS one.
Scared and alone, I wandered the streets, hoping to find another love. Then I had a thought. A good one! The Body Shop had Colourglide Lipsticks in their permanent line, didn’t they? Could the formula be just as good? I mean, granted I couldn’t find this exact color again, but the formula was what really got me hooked.
I plan on fully researching this question when I get back to the States.