Persian Melon

When I was living  in Azerbaijan I made a list of things I wanted to do when I got home.

It included things like: Get a hair cut, get a facial, get a manicure... ect.

You have to understand this was my ninth month of traveling and you start to feel half human around that point. I felt so worn that all I wanted to do was scrap my face off and start over fresh.

It's just that... a fresh start.

Thats where Persian Melon comes in.

Persian melon.
Thats the shade of lipstick I found in my grandma Gails drawer. It was the first time I had been to her home since she past away... over a year later. It made me laugh to see such a shade of pink. I think I took it because it smelled like her, I find myself holding on in funny ways. 
Persian Melon...
What does that even mean? :)


I finally got a job, it's at a daycare working with 3 year olds.
In celebration I decided to buy a lipstick. I haven't bought makeup in almost 4 years, when you live like I do you dont really have money for those little things.
I ended up at the Revlon rack.. 72 colors to choose from.
And I saw that green tube with a gold band around the middle.
Sure enough


Persian Melon
So I bought it.


Im ready for a fresh start, and in my own girly way I'm trying to show it with something as small as a lipstick.