I don't wear much lippy these days, I am more more likely to apply some Nivea Hydrocare or Crabtree & Evelyn lip balm, something with an acceptable SPF.
Not that I ever did wear very much makeup, back in the day and my choice of lipstick was always limited to just a few brands. I don't like the cloying feel of many brands, or indeed the over-powering scent so many (used) to include.
When I decided to take a photo for the inchie today, I believed I wouldn't have enough lipsticks on hand to take an effective shot, but when I had a rummage through my make-up box, (it lives on the top shelf in my wardrobe as I use it so infrequently), I found 17! This is obviously a box I need to sort and discard as there were also at least a dozen pots of nail varnish, which I NEVER wear these days...The perfume bottles in there are another story...but we won't go there today...
One of the lippies was just too far gone to be included in the photoshoot and went straight in the bin. The remaining 16 I simply grouped together to make a square design for the inchie. Some have never been used. I believe most of these have come from the sample bags that Estee Lauder and Clinique offer from time to time, which I often indulged in for the moisturisers and eye shadows they always include. I liked these as they were always smaller sized and perfect for the limited space available when one is travelling...
I also photographed the container lids, as I like to play with the filters in Photoshop sometimes...
The George Eastman book launch and cousin-fest at Port Arthur was a happy occasion. Terry and Pamela's book is selling very well, which is good news for them. It is great to have a well researched document when compiling family histories, and this book has a lot of information, copies and transcripts of letters and documents that I have never seen referenced elsewhere. I also now know where the delightful seaweed book compiled by the Reverend Georges' wife, Louisa during her time at Port Arthur. This album of pressed seaweeds was in the home of my great uncle Fred and his wife Maisie at their farm on Bruny Island when I was a child, along with the family bible. I treasure the memory of being allowed full and unsupervised access to both those wonderful family records when visiting their home.
Bye for now,
Di