I went to Zara . Free from prejudices of my kind is not my style, it is poorly cut, it is aging badly, blah, I have taken the plunge: I entered the shop Zara's in front ... of Cheap (yeah well, we re not all at once anyway ...).
Result : OK, there's really interesting stuff, especially their windows, and the prices are very good. For the choice y 'all you need (though the sizes, I felt that beyond the 40 is more limited, right?). I was even tempted by a little-printed tunic dress 60's.
I was full of good will and readiness to yield to the famous " impulse buy." I took place in the queue before the fitting rooms, and then I started to doubt. But strong doubts. Must say that 20 minutes of queuing for access to the dressing room, then 10 minutes wait panties in the car because the lock is positioned so that one can not don the robe and once again the tail to the body: it has plenty of time to calm their passions and impulsive thinking.
Watching the girls lined up in front of the cab with me, I had a good sample of customers (the sixth district), and I confirm: Zara broad sweeps. Of Denim modasse The cherry season at mother-daughter tandem BCBG (remember not to make shopping with mom after a certain age it by our example, the duet is too cartoonish), mother family escaped from the pack to the tall blonde sylph and sophisticated, it was all there!
It's amazing how the brewing process is general. Suddenly, I had fun watching what each had selected: hey, it took the same dress as me nan but wait on her, it will look like nothing, it already looks anything. .. oh hey, it's the mother who tries, etc. I bet the opposite.
Conclusion: I have not taken the dress. Ben-nan, imagine that I put out and the girl who seems to be there with nothing, I'll look for what?
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