About gold, manicures, hosiery stores, and the injustice of life
How, after all, it’s a shame that the biggest hotbeds of the most Terry tasteless are in places that women automatically (and absolutely mistakenly) perceive as the focus of some kind of expertise on beauty and style.
In a clothing store, a woman is somehow wary. How not to buy low-quality, ugly (unfeminine, babsky, cold, hot, etc.). Consultants listen only half-hearted (it is clear that they would only sell). And in General, in a fashionable mass market, this consultant still needs to manage to catch, not that questions should be asked about your appearance. This does not mean that women leave clothing stores completely beautiful and hung with packages with exceptionally successful purchases. But, at least, in the purchase of fifteen items of clothing, one is worse than the other, no one can be blamed except their buyer.
Another thing is jewelry stores (we are talking mainly about the jewelry mass market, although an amazingly tasteless thing can, if desired, be found anywhere). In this temple of yellow gold and gifts from the mother-in-law for the birth of a child, the average woman enters joyfully and timidly. Still, not every day. And it is not always clear what exactly you want. And how can I not consult with a kind and talkative girl-seller? I will never forget how once, when I was 17 years old, my mother took me to the district jewelry store to buy a gift in honor of the successful closing of the first session at the Institute. The main chic of regional fashion at that time was gold rings on each finger, except for the thumb and little finger. And, of course, I wanted to, too. Money was enough for a maximum of two rings, but not the essence. (Around the time I was finally able to buy a ring for each finger of both hands, I learned that jewelry should look very, very different, and all these rings went to the window “buying precious metals”). And there is no would nice girl-saleswoman told me then, that the only kind of rings, which still as something can be to purchase have Russian producer, this maximally simple circle from white gold, flavored with diamonds (to wear his, combining with with bold and stylish costume jewelry). Well, there are also classic models of engagement rings, which are very trying to spoil, but still leave, for a change, and quite acceptable options.
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And everything else is a terrible horror and the series “Rural detective”, and the entire enlightened world has long been buying not cheap gold, but expensive jewelry. But, of course, she did not say this, because by saying such things, the sellers will ruin the store and themselves will be left without bonuses and even without salaries. She raised an important, contemptuous eyebrow and asked, ” You won’t be wearing a ring on your index finger, will you?!”. I was sweating and bleating, and I said something that sounded like, ” no, no, I’m not one of those people who…” So I went around in a cheap yellow gold ring for years, convinced that the worst thing that could happen to a ring was trying to put it on my index finger. And even now, I seem to be wary of such a “failure”. Although modern jewelry allows you to wear them on any finger.
And nail salons? You are constantly under siege there. “The new trend is broken glass, don’t you want to try it?”, “cat’s eye – do?”, “draw something on the nails?”, “French not want? Very elegant!”, “two fingers in a different color – we have girls doing, like it!”, “will we stick a rhinestone?”. No, no, no, and it’s not necessary, thank you! Why do I need all these tricks? To end up looking not like a customer of the salon, but as its employee? But it’s me. and someone will be confused by the devil, they will think, why not make a “cat’s eye with a strazik”. After all, how nice, so the girls advise, they work with it every day, probably know.
And hosiery stores? Even Calzedonia, not to mention some “Transparent dragonfly”. My attempt to buy long cotton bright socks failed miserably. “I need socks.” “Nylon?”,- happily-affirmatively nods the seller. No, damn it, not nylon. Why don’t you tell people that even a cat’s eye is better than nylon socks? “Here we have short, transparent ones.” So that they stick out from under the trousers, apparently. No, I say, I need cotton ones and long ones. “Don’t you wear tights under your pants?”,- the seller is surprised. No! Not wear. Because it feels terrible (and pants on tights also do not sit down, sit down, get off, stretch). But after all, someone will decide that if they offer, it means “so they wear”. “We also have a wonderful collection of patterned tights!”,- the consultant, exhausted by the picky buyer, decides to please me with something. And I have in anybody immediately arises girl in tights in dristochku, with gold rings on all fingers and with manicure, decorated sliced Christmas tinsel (“broken glass”). And no matter how much I try to be kind, I can’t imagine her anywhere except in a minibus, where she sits and holds a slightly battered package on her lap, and looks down at her “elegant” ankle boots.
I wonder what would have happened if it hadn’t been so. If there were non-shiny, opaque black and brown tights in the Windows. And when you try to buy short nylon “sledochki” or purple tights with a pattern, the buyer would politely stared at the sellers and said ” Oh, it seems that they do not wear it now, do not you want to buy long cotton plain socks?”.