In the late 1990s we were driving to entertain at a dinner dance for a well known company.
Just before we got there, I decided to touch up on my lip gloss. It was pitch black outside except for the headlights, so I felt around in my make-up bag, found the wand and put some on. “That’s a bit dry, I must get some more,” thought I.
No more time for make-up. We arrived and were greeted by the CEOs. They were old friends, so it’s hugs and ‘air’ kisses.
John then went to unpack the bakkie with some help, and to set up the gear on stage and I went to change into my glamorous clothes.
When I got to the ladies’ room, and looked in the mirror I was horrified to see mascara, not lip gloss, on my mouth – no wonder it felt dry!!
Some minutes later, dressed to the nines, I emerged to help John set up and do some more PR. The men took one look at me, and laughed with relief when they saw my pink lips ! They said that looked better. By the end of the evening I had the nickname “Black Lips!”
10 years later we do another function in the ‘Berg (Drakensburg Mountains) for the same company. As the new, young, secretary greets us she says “So, you’re ‘Black Lips’!” What a giggle we had, and I was kinda tickled to have reached legend status!
When I asked John why he hadn’t told me, he said he had been too busy thinking about the gig and unpacking – and, in any case, he never questioned my fashion choices!!!!
