Viva, viva glam!

Viva Glam 1….the colour of defiance.

If I hadn’t left my phone’s SD card adapter in my dead computer, I would upload a picture of my new lipstick, Viva Glam 1. Instead, this will have to do

For those of you that don’t know, viva glam 1 is a lovely warm red lippy by MAC. It was the first proper grown up lipstick that I bought, at the age of 35.

I had this idea that in my 30’s, I would be one of those women who always wore awesome lingerie, silk camisoles, nighties and matching underwear every day. I still have the silk sitting in my project box (I somehow never get round to making camisoles what with tents, doublets and the like), I seem to always end up wearing one of the Terry’s old T shirts in bed, and while it’s true that I have a few matching sets of underwear, they never seem to be in the clean-and-washed drawer at the same time. I have come to the conclusion that women who always wear matching underwear buy 50 pairs of identical bras and pants, and when they have all worn out, replace the whole lot with another 50 pairs, probably in the same colour.

Well, having failed on the lingerie front, I decided, at the grand old age of 35 to actually buy some decent makeup. I don’t wear it a lot, so I thought that I might as well. The nice thing about decent makeup (I class decent makeup as something Debenhams or Selfridges might sell, rather than my previous Superdrug special offer efforts) is that a nice lady applies it for you so you can see if it actually looks any good before you fork out for it. I find that I save a lot of money this way. In an attempt to find the perfect red lipstick, I once ended up with 10 rubbish lipsticks that looked great in the tube, but turned dark pink when actually on me. It was a revelation to find that foundation and concealer actually came in colours that blended into my skin, rather than made me look like a geisha.

The first MAC lipstick that I bought was my final attempt to buy that perfect red. The nice lady tried it on me, even showed me how to apply it so that I didn’t look like Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror. I went home with a spring in my step and a red lippy in my bad. The end of my quest.

More makeup from the same brand followed, I found that I only needed a few key colours, and could finally ditch all the crazy stuff that languished in the bottom of my massive makeup bag. I bought a small, stylish makeup bag to keep my posh makeup in. It had a little mirror on the inside. I even bought a matching washbag. I felt grown up.

And then some scrote nicked the lot along with my luggage while I was on a train.

I probably don’t need to tell you how furious I was. For weeks. I was so angry, even more so because I knew no one would be interested in second hand makeup that probably only suits someone with the same skin tone as me, and that it had probably ended up being chucked in a bin somewhere. Although I don’t wear makeup usually, I was angry that my choice to wear it or not had been taken away. I do wear it for performances, and was lucky that I could replace at least the foundation and one of the lipsticks in time for the gig.

There wasn’t much in my luggage, just my makeup, washbag, spare socks & pants, a top that I had had for ages and loved and a novel that I had nearly finished. Nothing that would be of any value to anyone else. But when I worked out the replacement cost of everything, it came to about £250. Which was gutting. I mean, just think about even some of the contents of a washbag; toothpaste, £2.50; deoderant, £3.00; tweezers, £1.50; moisturiser, £3.00; you’re up to a tenner for just four commonplace items. And then you have shower gel, afro comb, scrubby spongy thing, hairpins, etc etc…

Over the last few months I have managed to replace most of it bit by bit (I didn’t bother with the socks and pants). I still need a new wheely suitcase and the washbag/makeup bag is cheap but serviceable rather than pretty. Most of the makeup is back, except for the lipstick that I got in the States, but the one thing I was finding hard to replace was my Viva Glam lipstick. For some reason, Debenhams in Bristol never had it in stock whenever I went in, and that is the only place to get MAC cosmetics round here. In the end, thanks to a gift card birthday present, I ordered it online and picked it up in store today on the way home from work.

I have Viva Glam 1, the circle is complete. And luggage-theiving scrote, you may take my luggage, but you will never rob me of my favourite lipstick.