Sunday, November 04, 2007
{ 2:57 AM }
"
Chantelle, let's go, mummy's running late."
A woman in her late twenties, with tight corkscrewed curls and heels that I've secretly stared at for ages, was persistently calling out to her, what seemed like, 3 year old. The little blonde angel was at the make up section, plopped comfortably on the cold tiled floor, playing with on sale blushers and eye shadows, left in a box within her reach.
10minutes into calling out for her child to come to her without any success, her mummy walked over to lead her away from her new found toys. The irony of it all was that her mummy, too became engrossed in
Rimmel London's on sale blushers and eye shadows. From the corner of my eye, I saw her grab a handful of the remains in the box and gently took the hands of her little girl and headed to the counter.
Now that's what I call influence. I couldn't help but smile to myself.