I have never been one for lipstick. I always feel a bit theatrical when I wear it. As a young woman, I used to wear shiny pink or brownish shear glosses but I never felt comfortable with the goop on my lips. As a result, I most always played up my eyes and ignored my mouth.

I have always admired women who wear lipstick. A bold lip can be so attractive. I think it makes a woman somehow appear confident and optimistic without them having to say anything. Since arriving in France, I have been really impressed by the women who commit to a bright red lip. I have been so inspired, in fact, that I have gone to Sephora and had one of those lovely people there find me my “perfect” red and explain the differences between, matte, glosses, stains and lipliners. Armed with the appropriate products, I just needed to find the confidence to wear it.

In November I debuted by French red lip. I had a few rough starts with red teeth and getting the hang of over-lining the lips in a way that didn’t make me feel like a Kardashian. At first I really felt conspicuous but after a few more experiences, I felt myself a bit lifted when I put the color on. I have found that a coat of lipstick goes a long way to making me feel a bit more cheerful, and a bit more brave on even the bleakest days.

This week after a run of cold, gray days, I turned to my lips to elevate my mood. Days can be lonely and unstructured if I’m not careful. Once I get the lipstick on, I feel like I should at least take Sophie out for a walk or go explore something. This week I was probably one of the only ladies out hiking a 12 km loop, in rural France with a bright, red lip!