As a woman of color, it's sometimes hard to find what you want as far as makeup is concerned.

We tend to have dry skin, or, Ebonically speaking, we be ashy a lot.

I have yet to find a soap or body wash that doesn't dry my skin to crocodile texture, a lotion that helps with the dryness that isn't thick as cream. I despair.

However...I have made a discovery about my other problem.

Makeup.

Way back in olden times, when I was single and could spend all my hard-earned on me, I found a Fashion Fair counter. Fashion Fair is for women of color, and they used to have the most amazing products. My favorite was a shade of lipstick called Chacolate Raspberry. It even smelled divine. I cherished it, and believe it or not, I still have it. The original tube that I bought way back in 1985.

Let it not be said that I am not a pack rat.

Thing is, once I moved to Oregon, it was hard enough finding other black people, let alone products for them. Unless one wanted to brave the ridiculous maze otherwise known as Portland, one was left wanting. And I was, forever.

Until now.

Now I'm in the Bay Area, and I have just discovered a Fashion Fair counter...in the mall 5 minutes away from my house.

Red is a happy camper.

And come January, you know, when I have money again, I am taking my fabulous ass to Macy's, hitting up the Fashion Fair counter, and spending a ridiculous amount of money to make myself fabulous again.

Think of it as my New Year's resolution. Start with the face, end with the feet.



Sigh.