It’s a classic but I’d never considered a more blue-toned red until I had to ask a colleague what she was wearing, because it was perfection

It’s an odd fact that I didn’t wear red lipstick until I was 30. Nothing to do with any Holly Golightly-style view of it being ‘tacky’ under a certain age, but because frankly I looked like a terrible drag queen. It was the shock. We all remember the first time we put on mascara as a teenager. Eyes we had been familiar with our whole lives in their natural, bare state suddenly became those of a hyped up Disney character. The distorted perception of self being similar to the exaggerated feeling that you have a rock in your eye when it’s merely a speck of dust. Mascara was definitely pretty, but red lipstick just made me look like a clown. Hence the next decade mastering the cat-eye flick which became my only makeup look. I didn’t even own a lipstick.

Fast forward to February 14th 2011. A strange new interest in colour led me to consider it again and I bravely purchased a Revlon red in the misleadingly named ‘Coral’. Perhaps my face had lost its childlike roundness, who knows, but heading out to our Valentine’s dinner I was a clown no more – I felt full-on powerful.

I owned five lipsticks in varying shades of tomato until this week, when I properly discovered MAC’s Ruby Woo. I know, I KNOW it’s a classic but I’d never considered a more blue-toned red until I had to ask a colleague what she was wearing, because it was perfection. Like red velvet on the mouth, the matt finish pulling in all surrounding light and hearts of men. It seems to suit every woman. A mere 24 hours after parting with my money I’m convinced it’s the one. I’m ashamed to say that this morning I woke up in it, like a kid who insists on sleeping in their new Superman outfit.

It’s love.