My Favorite Red Lipsticks

My Favorite Red Lipsticks | Road Darling

Once upon a time, I wrote an exhausting amount of posts about red lipstick. And, you know, that’s cool and all, but a break from it was necessary. Now that it’s getting colder down here in Texas, I find myself turning to red lipstick and nail polish, which has me revisiting my favorite reds. When I sat down to write this post, I initially thought I’d have a long list of favorites, but nope. For me there are only two.

Now, let’s back up and talk about red lipsticks in general so I can better explain why I only have two favorites. Red lipsticks have basically two different undertones. There’s blue red reds and orange red reds. Pick one for whatever mood your in. For me, I like a good orange red if I’m going for a bright pop whereas blue reds work better for a more sultry look. That’s just me. I say, wear what you like.

Given the two main categories of reds, I guess it makes sense that I have two absolute favorites. My go to blue red is MAC’s Russian Red ($17). My favorite orange red is NYX’s Pure Red ($5.99). The things that these two have in common is that they’re both mattes, go on easy and stay on. Which one do I use more? NYX’s Pure Red, hands down. But that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate Russian Red.

If you’re new to red lipstick, I share some practical tips at the end of this post!

Adele, love and a van happily filled with baggage

Source: Stereogum

Source: Stereogum

Last week I stood in line at Target with the new Adele album in my hands. I can’t remember the last time I bought an actual CD, but after hearing “Hello”, I knew I had to have this album in the car. Yep, I have a 12 year old car that’s a bit too new for a cassette player but too old for BlueTooth. I’ve spent some time thinking about why Adele resonates with me (and millions of people).

So why do I love Adele? Because she takes away the shame of heartbreak.

Once I got out of college, I found it was increasingly hard to talk about romantic relationships with my friends. In college, my friends and I exchanged stories of hookups, bad dates and breakups. We wore our stories like badges. Not necessarily ones of honor, but things that happened to us nonetheless.

Then something weird happened once we all graduated college.

We just stopped talk about relationships. Well, not entirely, just the juicy bits and what really broke our hearts. It was an odd thing to go from sharing everything to sharing almost nothing, or at the very least, sharing only the very worst or the very best. Somewhere along the line, we all decided to be less vulnerable, and I think it was to our detriment.

As an adult, it’s so confusing to navigate relationships.

Sure, there’s a lot to be said for guarding a relationship. I don’t think anyone can ever truly understand a relationship except the people who are in it. Having gone through a marriage and divorce myself, I learned this lesson the hard way. No one wants to be judged. And at the same time, no one’s judgements really matter.

But in silence, comes shame.

Back to Adele. My current obsession is with the song “Send My Love (To Your New Lover).” To improve my car singing skills, I looked up the lyrics and found this tweet Adele had made about 25 as a whole:

“I made the decision to go into becoming who I’m going to be forever without a removal van of all my junk. I miss everything about my past, the good and the bad, but only because it won’t come back.”

Oh my god, can we all just stop and actually think about the wonderfulness of her outlook on life?

So many times I see people (and myself) burying the past, especially when it comes to romance. After all, how many time have you heard someone thoughtfully calculate how much time it takes to get over someone as if it was a science? What a freeing thing to accept that there are people and times we will always miss.

Maybe there is nothing to move on from because it’s OK to miss someone.

Real Talk: I’m afraid to fly.

I have a confession: I’m a travel blogger who fears flying.

It’s embarrassing to admit. My preference for train travel may seem like an old school throw back way to travel. My love of driving may seem like the love of the road. While both things are true on some level, both preferences stem from my fear of flying.

I wish I can say I was always afraid to fly, but that would be a lie. I flew nearly every year as a kid, and even more so as an adult. I’ve jetted off to Europe, Mexico and across the United States. Yet three years ago something happened that put a damper on air travel.

I was flying from Tennessee to Boston with a really bad head cold. The leg from Nashville to New York was fine, but before the flight from New York to Boston, I said to my then-partner, “I don’t want to get on that plane.” Never knowing me as someone who was afraid to fly, he later told me that’s how he knew I was in real pain. My ear was killing me and I felt like death. However, this was also after Hurricane Sandy and it was being reported that rental cars were sparse due to flooding. Who knows if that was even true, but at the time, the decision was made to get on the plane to Boston.

I regretted that decision ever since.

On that flight my ear drum ruptured, and (turn back here if you’re squeamish) the change in air pressure caused it to burst and then bleed. it was probably the worst amount of pain I’ve felt in my entire life. I cried and cried, the whole time this little girl, probably 6 years old staring at me from a few rows ahead. Not only did it hurt, but I was also left with what will probably be life long tinnitus, or ringing in the ears, which has only served as a constant reminder of the decision not to get a rental car that day.

Since then I’ve probably flown three or four times, most of which had really bad turbulence. I got so freaked out, causing my fellow passengers to pat my knee, trying to be encouraging. Others have laughed at my fear. It’s all been nothing short of terrible.

I don’t know when I’ll fly again. There’s some times where it’s annoying and others where I’m totally fine with it. My fear of flying has resulted in getting to know the roads in the US really well. I’m still excited by it and can tell you a lot of quirky things about states many people overlook.

I acknowledge my fear of flying is irrational and unwarranted. It’s not so much a fear of crashing as it is associations with the most physically and psychologically painful feelings of my life. One day I hope to get on a plane, but until I have a good reason to do so, I’ll just keep avoiding it.

Clothing styles I’m addicted to (Tales from the Shop)

In my second addition of Tales from the Shop, I’m sharing about the clothing styles I’ve accidentally gotten addicted to through my thrifting journey. Often times I’ll buy something thinking, “Oh! I’ll put this in the store!” and then keep it for myself. Luckily my addictions aren’t high end nor all that uncommon. But they are my currently loves nonetheless.

Vintage Lingerie and Slips

My vintage lingerie addiction started when I sold a vintage nightgown for over $150. I was like, holy moly! People really love this stuff! To be honest since that sale in July, I haven’t found any vintage lingerie that valuable. My biggest vintage lingerie sale was for around $40. Nothing to write home about, yet no small amount.

During my thrift adventures, I sometimes comes across very beautiful vintage lingerie. Whether it’s a vintage slip or a teddy, I love it. Seriously, it’s a problem. Instead of selling items like I “should,” I keep them for myself and have since amassed a slip collection of at least 10 slips and 2 teddies. The great things about slip is they make a ton of dresses work. If a dress is even semi-sheer, a good white or cream slip will do the trick. Not to mention slips aren’t made the way they used to be made. they’re durable, efficient, and not to mention, sexy.

>Baseball Shirts

My baseball shirt addiction started with a 1980s Telladega Raceway semi-holographic shirt. I loved it and wore it often throughout my road trip during the summer. I’m pretty sure it was meant for a kid, but that didn’t stop me from loving it any less. Since then I’ve collected at least one other baseball shirt. This one from Miller brewing company. OK, not as exciting as a raceway, but, you know, it is what it is. Needless to say, baseball shirts are super comfortable and versatile.

Plaid Button Ups

Plaid button ups, both vintage and modern ones, are one of my oldest addictions, going way back. I think part of why I love them is due to their versatility. They go great with literally everything. Shorts, years, skirts, dresses. You name it, if you add a plaid button up shirt to it, it’s usually better. Just try it!

Come on down to Habitat For Humanity ReStore on November 21st!

Habitat For Humanity ReStore

This one goes out to my Austin folks–come on down to the Habitat For Humanity ReStore Grand Re-Opening this Saturday, November 21st. They recently relocated to South Austin, making it much easier to get to than their old location.

Not familiar with ReStore? ReStores carry home building supplies. So, you know, not vases or paintings. Like doors and cabinets and stuff I don’t think about too often because I live in an apartment. But I like to go and look around and pretend I’m on an HGTV show. Just kidding, except not really.

There’s Habitat for Humanity ReStores in a lot of cities around the US, so just check the Google machine to find the one nearest you!