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Red Lipstick & A Coupe Glass

  • Writer: Kievonna
    Kievonna
  • May 17
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 29

Some evenings aren’t about being seen. They’re about seeing yourself. The way you lean into the mirror. The way the red blooms against your lips. The quiet thrill of being your own reason to get dressed up.


A coupe glass waits patiently beside the sink. Chilled. Elegant. It’s the kind of glass that asks for something intentional.. Or something gin-soaked and olive brined. Not because there’s company coming, but because you are already worth the ceremony.


Do This: You put on music that feels like silk. Slow jazz or soul that drapes over the room. You reach for a perfume no one else will smell. You pour, not to impress, but to honor. To pause. To hold.


A red lip is a declaration. Not of war or seduction, but of worthiness. It says: I am here. And I am this moment.



So many women wait for permission to feel beautiful. To create ambiance. To use the good glasses. But you don’t. You pour into your own life like it’s something sacred.


This cocktail ritual isn’t about celebration. It’s about return.


To yourself. To softness. To stillness.

A coupe glass. A red lip. A slow pour.

And the woman who doesn’t need a reason.


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