rouging

By the 1920s, no longer was lily white-skin a sign of breeding: a healthy glowing suntan now professed the wealth and leisure that allowed one to vacation at the beach, and rouging ones knees and powdering ones face, in public naturally, became a common occurrence.

The Chemistry of Beauty | Edwardian Promenade 2008

"His mistresses," says she, carefully rouging her lip.

Watershed 2010

She set the table with her Spode china that had been a wedding gift, and fixed herself up, rouging her cheeks and primping her hair with the curling iron she'd heated on the stove.

Murder by Six Andreychuk, Nick 2003

That he did with Mag in attendance, washing her, dressing her in her Sunday gown of eyelet-embroidered pink cambric, rouging her lips and cheeks, curling her hair and piling it up in the latest fashion, fitting her Sunday-best high-heeled shoes on stockinged feet.

Morgan’s Run Colleen McCullough 2000

That he did with Mag in attendance, washing her, dressing her in her Sunday gown of eyelet-embroidered pink cambric, rouging her lips and cheeks, curling her hair and piling it up in the latest fashion, fitting her Sunday-best high-heeled shoes on stockinged feet.

Morgan’s Run Colleen McCullough 2000

"His mistresses," says she, carefully rouging her lip.

Flashman And The Tiger Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1999

There are caricatures showing women of fashion rouging their faces, unshaven and really amusing old tramps, and so forth.

The Treasury of Ancient Egypt Miscellaneous Chapters on Ancient Egyptian History and Archaeology Arthur E. P. B. Weigall

Lady rouging herself: she holds a mirror and rouge-pot.

The Treasury of Ancient Egypt Miscellaneous Chapters on Ancient Egyptian History and Archaeology Arthur E. P. B. Weigall

Henry III, his successor, was contemptibly vain and feminine in all his tastes, wearing pearls in his hair and rouging his face in order that he might be admired by the foolish, empty courtiers who were his favourite companions.

Heroes of Modern Europe Alice Birkhead

As the cold streets grew gray she would hurry to bathe her face, even rouging her cheeks, and return to their bed to wait for Erik to awake, that she might caress him, warm something back in him with her kisses, and perhaps hear him whisper her name as he used to do.

Erik Dorn Ben Hecht 1929