Can you pinpoint the very moment in time that set you on the path to meet a current/former significant other… the moment that forever changed your entire life and legacy?
Think about it, if you will.
This “lifetime” thought began this morning with finding a sample lipstick from a summer event swag bag that I just this morning had time to investigate. The box containing the lipstick caught my attention. It is a cinnamon-colored box with a lovely sheen. The color of the lipstick – Sweet N’ Spicy – is printed on one side. OK. That sounded intriguing at 8:00 am, before even brushing my teeth. But it was the little one-liner printed above the color and ingredients list that fully engaged me. It read: “Contains the sensual aroma of cinnamon and vanilla that may possibly attract a man.”
Hmmm. I looked a bit more closely at this little promised miracle in a box. The lipstick is by JOEY ny Specialty. (No, I do not represent JOEY… I just happen to have had this 3″ x 3/4″ specialty item in my swag bag.) I opened the box to find a black tube… a bit heavier to the touch than some other brands. Kind of retro. Real nice. I pulled off the top. I twisted the tube. And I slid the color over my lips.
I liked it.
“Now what?” I thought. Must I stay in my home all day? Dare I take the chance of heading out to the post office or grocery store or my local deli for fear of the possibility of attracting… A MAN?
Hell, yeah. I went to Dunkin’ Donuts for an iced coffee. But the cashiers were all women. No wonder they didn’t notice my lips. I went to the post office. The postal employees? Women. I even walked to a little lunch place with Jane and a very good friend (after really rolling on the color). Yep. A waitress took our order. I decided that my husband, Barry, might be the only man I’d attract with my “cinnaMEN” (yes, it does actually say that on the box, too). And that, my friends, is worth its weight in lanolin.
‘Cuz it got me thinking about that man of mine. How perfect he is. How he doesn’t care if I have lipstick on at all. Or how these decades have tested my butt and my thighs… and my face. And it got me thinking about the moment that forever changed the course and legacy of my entire life.
It was in January, 1975. I was researching the topic of desegregation in the school system in the City of Providence for a paper I was writing. I remember thinking, “I want some interviews and some anecdotal information… not just statistics.” I was standing in a college building lobby, and I saw a phone booth… the kind with a nice glass door that could be shut for privacy. It even had a wooden bench and low lights. Once inside, my life would forever be chartered on a different course. I opened the phone book and flipped through the pages until I saw something that I thought may help. It was the phone number of a gentleman who worked for the State Department of Education. I dropped in my coins and made the call that would change everything. The gentleman had lots of information, and he agreed to meet me the next morning. We met. He showed me documents and notes from minutes and time lines. He basically opened up a world of Providence history to me. When I was leaving, he asked if I would be interested in volunteering at a school that needed Reading teachers. I said, “Yes.” He made a phone call on the spot and set up an interview with the principal of that school for the next day. I arrived at that interview… and was so impressed with what was going on at that school that I agreed to begin volunteering with students at risk for academic failure the very next day.
Well, little did I know that my future husband would be teaching there. But he was. And the rest is, as they say, history.
So… back to the little tube of magic that “may possibly attract a man.”
I already have one, thank you. I have the man, the magic and the cinnaMAN. And I thank God every day.
So now I guess I have two questions:
1. Can you pinpoint the moment in time that changed the course of your life?
2. What is your favorite lipstick? Mine is now JOEY’s Sweet N’ Spicy… because it brought back all the sweet ‘n spicy memories I could ever hope for.