There’s a special kind of magic in getting ready when you don’t have to. No plans. No meetings. No one waiting downstairs with car keys in hand. Just me, the mirror, and that delicious decision: red or bare?
Spoiler: it’s almost always red.
There’s something deeply feminine — almost sacred — about applying lipstick in the morning. It’s not for anyone. Not really. It’s for the way it makes me feel. Like the day might flirt back. Like every coffee run has potential.
My days start slow, in a sun-drenched kitchen, curled fingers around a paper takeaway cup, laptop closed but ready. I pretend I’m about to be productive. But let’s be honest: sometimes the vibe is better than the to-do list. Sometimes I just want to sit pretty and be.
A good lipstick and a hot latte can change everything.
I learned early that how you look isn’t always about who sees you. It’s about looking at yourself and thinking, “Yeah… she’s got it.” Even if you don’t quite know what it is yet. Confidence? Curiosity? A vibe? All of the above?
There’s a quiet power in claiming a corner of the café like it’s your personal stage. Lifting the lid of your drink with one hand, adjusting your top with the other. Making strangers wonder what you do, who you’re waiting for, or if maybe… you’re just waiting for them to look.
I never mind being looked at. I mind being misunderstood.
So let me be clear: this lipstick isn’t bait. It’s a mirror. You see what you want to see. And me? I’m just sipping, scrolling, scheming a little. Wondering if I should start that next blog post or wander down to the beach instead.
Some days are for working.
Some days are for catching glances.
And some are for both.
I think this was one of those days.
xo,
Marli