I'm not sure if fuchsia lipstick can match your scarf, but I wore this look out Sunday evening anyway. Lipstick is still a little funny to me. It always reminds me of sitting in the passenger seat of my mother's caravan as a little girl. Her reapplying at a red light, reaching over to apply just a tiny bit of color onto my pouting lips. In a way lipstick will always be my go to pick-me up, alongside my sexy underthings and favorite perfume. The very essence of being a woman, because apparently that's what I'm turning into all the sudden. I guess I'm okay with it.