Lip gloss comes in any guise, any size, any shape, any price; performs any function and plays havoc morphing on the colour-spectrum wheel like a Pantone ink, ranging from clear to near black, stopping off to soak up the deepest or palest hues of every colour range, adding gold or silver for added zing and sparkle, deepening or transforming the colour it overshadows below.
A chameleon in the make-up jungle, lip-gloss is whatever you want it to be, in whichever form, in every whazzzzup shade in the beauty kingdom. What other beauty product can be, and is, all things to all girls? What other make-up was our first love and will still be our last?
Is there anyone of us who will not have started our love affair with lip-gloss after our first experience of chapped lips? We used salves and sticks and roll-ons to heal and soothe the first blistering of winter. (Bonne Bell Lipsmackers, Chap-Stick and Blistex-you lived in our lockers!) But we quickly progressed on to romance, and that meant kissing. You’d have to have been on eternal life support to have missed knowing/having/using/coveting those cult status pots and tubes of 8 Hour Cream, Carmex and Rosebud Salve, for all those times when you over-skied, over-snogged or over did something to the point of burning and chafing!