The
jeweller’s shop (where I was selling) was a symphony of taste, an exercise in
understated furnishing, and cleverly designed to make rich people feel at home,
with its stylish black backgrounds, gleaming glass cases and subtle lighting
that showed off the diamonds perfectly and emphasised their sparkle; the
charity shop, on the other hand, (where I was buying) was a jumble of items
that were thrown together any how, no colour co-ordination, no themes, no
organisation, and all illuminated by bare bulbs overhead, that could not be
directed to glint off the beaded bracelets on the shelf, no matter how hard you
tried.
11.01.2011
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