I was 15 and had already experimented with bits and pieces of make-up passed on by my older cousins. That summer a women's magazine had a free offer of (I think) a Goya lipstick which I decided would be just right for me. It turned out to be a bright - if not garish - fuschia shade and certainly not right for a wee pale-skinned Scottish lassie, but I didn't give up and probably looked as daft as my mother said I was!
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