It's great fun and like a playground for grown-ups. I did have a moment wrestling with my self-esteem, surrounded by model-beauty young women, just polishing their already-gorgeous faces. But! There was also a salesperson d'un certain age who very nicely approached and asked if she could help me. Refreshing to see a rep I could completely relate to, as we chatted over the latest miracle smoothing creams.
Just as I search eternally for the perfect cardigan, I was on the lookout for the perfect lipstick. Could this be the reason I own four lipsticks of almost exactly the same color? I contented myself with sampling some lovely Clinique colors, then I spritzed myself with a gorgeous scent and navigated the crowd back to Broadway. I bought a pot of chamomile tea at the corner cafe and was awash in contentment.
|My perfect color is here.|
That may be the lesson of Sephora for me: fun and experimentation, and the occasional swell new product. Then back to my real life, content and Visible-if-not-Glamorous, contemplating the wonderful world.
Do you Sephora? Like it/loathe it/not interested? I always love to read your thoughts, and though my computing abilities are limited here on vacation, I am reading all your comments and smiling.