I've named my blog "Lipstick Stains and Coffee Cups" because I think that it uniquely symbolizes many of the things that matter to me. That makes no sense. Well, let me explain.
When thinking about creating a blog and putting all of my bloggy thoughts on the internet, I had to decide what kind it would be. And of course, in "typical me" fashion, I was indecisive. I wanted so badly to be able to narrow my interests down into this one word category like other blogs - sports, beauty, love, school, cars, cities… whatever. I thought "If I had to write 3 posts right now, what would they be about?" Literally, the first things that popped into my head were: Atonement by Ian McEwan, Lush USA body butter, reasons to dislike Lebron James, and salted caramel truffles (That's four. I was hungry). How can I be so specific yet so random? It's only when I thought about who I was and began to categorize the things that make me who I am that I was able to figure it all out.
And so "Lipstick Stains and Coffee Cups" was born (Cliché, ugh! But, really, how else can I say it?). These two things summarize two sides of who I am. Lipstick, to me, represents class, sophistication, and of course, beauty. I can't help but think of a classic 1950's woman, Dorothy Dandrige or Marilyn Monroe, with red lips, perfect hair and glowing skin. And coffee, well besides being my life source, it represents intelligence and deep thought. Every time I walk into a cafe, I wonder if the man in the corner typing on his laptop is writing the next Of Mice and Men, or if the guy by the window reading Sarte's Being and Nothingness is on the verge of greatness. The red outline of lips on a cup or glass is like a signature mark that a woman leaves behind her. You see it and you know there was a woman in the room. It's like saying "We are here." I like that.
So my blog will be about the things that make me, me - beauty, books, brains, brawn and everything in between. I'll rant and rave about a new novel, complain about my workload, review my holy grail foundation, post my cardio workout playlist, and write out how mad it makes me when people under- or over-estimate me. Prepare for stream of thought writing, overuse of parenthenticals (I apologize in advance), italicized inner thoughts and maybe even a run-on sentence or two (nobody's perfect!).
I'm inspired by, and this blog is inspired by, a quote from Elizabeth Taylor: "Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together." It's reminiscent of the whole pull-yourself-up-by-the-bootstraps thing, but better. Words to live by ♥.