5 things MAC’s Ripe For Love Powder Blush would say if it could talk
1. Ditch your boyfriend.
Boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever. Your tanned skin and I, we belong together, just the two of us, you and I.
I don’t care where we go. I don’t care what we do. I don’t care, pretty baby, just take me with you. Let’s hit that beach we talked about, sip umbrella drinks, and nap all day long because I’m from MAC’s Temperature Rising collection. And I’m hot like that.
At night, you can put on that look I like with the chocolate smokey eyes and glossy copper lips, and then dust me on top of some bronzer on your cheeks before we head out.
Oh, the trouble we’ll find…
2. I’m officially called a mid-tone peach but…
…I think of myself as a papaya.
A juicy, ripe papaya begging to be devoured. Don’t even bother with a spoon. No shame! Just bite into that thing, and let the juices dribble down the side of your chin in slow mo.
3. I hate your shoes.
Blergh! Especially the flat Life Stride pair that you
borrowed from the cafeteria lady wear when your feet ache.
Screw that. My name is Ripe for Love, hello! — so I’m all about, pardon my French, the fracking pumps. One layer of me on your cheeks (that’s all you’ll need because I’m pigmented like whoa!) and you’ll be glowing like Halley’s Comet.
Why? Because I’m THAT good, if I do say so myself.
4. I have a softer side…
It’s true. My scene, like my friends in Temperature Rising, is more about sultry summer nightlife, where molten metallics throb and glittery glosses throw air kisses with shimmering bronzed skin.
But look, I’m not all about seduction. I also have a softer side.
I can go from Do Me Baby to Let’s Wait A While in the flick of a wrist. All it takes is the gentlest caress of my feather-light powder on your cheeks, so we can do all kinds of things together, like go to the ice cream shoppe, your next book club meeting, work — heck, even that froo-froo yarn store where you fondle all the skeins but never actually buy anything.
I promise, I’ll behave.