Lipstick sales go up in a recession. Or is it because people like us read that and obediently trot out to buy lippy, in a self-fulfilling bee-kissed prophecy? I ran out of the shade I adventure to wear, so I braved the ladies in department stores spraying one with unforeseen subtances to get to the (Chanel) counter.
Why, of course Chanel. Do you think I am a cheap panic buyer?
This is what occurred. The all powerful woman wizard on the Chanel counter stared at my small lipstick and said "Where did you get that?"
Dunno. It's - er - Chanel and it says - er - Chanel.
"I have never seen this" she says.
OK. That's a good start. Bless her - she did try - garlanding her hand with every shade on offer. Finally, we hit on a shade that is almost - but not quite - there. She paints my lips in religious silence. It's all bright red and looks a bit silly at 12:30 noon. I try to please and say - "Fine. I'll grab one of these as a tide over."
Oh no I won't. She looks at me, and kindly says: "It's out of stock."
I leave you with the thought that nude lips may soon be in.
Love, M&T x
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