The Gloss Goss

Tackling the big issues here again...


I'm a big lip gloss fan.
Not to be confused with a big lipped, gloss fan.


No, just like other parts of my body, my lips are far from buxom.
In fact, I've been known to have to send a search party out looking for my top lip at times.


Anyway, I am a big lip gloss fan.
I don't actually own a single lipstick
(mainly 'cause they makes me look and feel like a little girl playing with her Mum's dodgy make up)
but I've always got lip gloss at hand (or lip, as the case may be).


My theory being that no matter what's going on with my unwashed hair, freckly face, wrinkled clothing, large butt... the gloss will reign supreme!!
I keep one in the car, one in Magoo's backpack, one in a handbag or two and one at work.
Nothing expensive - my fave is a cheap and cheerful one.


Gloss of choice


Gloss is boss.


Except when running 'the lake'.
The lake that's often awash with midgies.


There's a lake a few kilometres from my house.
One of my favourite run routes is to run there, chuck a lap or two and run home.
One of my least favourite outcomes of this run is 'midgie lip'.

'Fly in the ointment' is one metaphor that springs to mind.


By the end of my run around the lake last weekend, my lips definitely had more volume - of the adhesive, small flying insect variety.
Hardly the 'bee stung' look favoured by Australia's Next top Models and not exactly of any nutritional value either.


Moral of the waffle...
Roll with the dirty haired, freckled faced, dishevelled, big ass look on lake run days.


Now, let's hope this hard hitting post doesn't divide the masses.

Shar :-)