I'm too afraid the "plastic" impression of fake hair on even nails would hurt my conscience. So I stick to lipstick. Its seductive tact suggests something like a statement. To think its history includes a law against it. You have to love it.
So... I charmed my favorite candy/cherry/orangy lipstick with an all too gorgeous birthday outfit (finally 18 YaY) that featured tight black leggings, a must have knit and an approving leopard print jersey once owned by the woman I call "mom". A cheap hair pin then took the duty of presenting the look all together
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