Almost every woman gets up in the morning and finds that she has nothing to wear. She promises herself shopping, but the funds are not always there. I have solved this problem. For the price of a new blouse, I have a mountain of sophisticated and original clothing.
I walk into a clothes shop and immediately see the brilliance of a dazzling gold jumper. I touch it like a collector, grabbing it so I can get it. It's all mine now ! I hurriedly make my way through the rest of the hangers loaded to the brim. In my line of sight there is an endless queue of women entering the fitting room.
A longer moment of uncertainty, a tightening in the stomach, a feeling as if my heart is about to leap ... Yes, yes, yes, the euphoria reaches its zenith, this is it !!! You can immediately see in the mirror a smile reaching from ear to ear. My size, it fits perfectly, I look extravagant in it. A few more glances in the mirror and I move freely towards the checkout with a conqueror's step. I pay ... spilling a few gold coins on the counter.
Upon entering the house, I wonder where I can fit my new acquisition. All the wardrobes are crammed to the brim, the trunks of shoes and handbags already reach almost to the ceiling. And who says second-hand shops are only for old, shabby clothes for poorer people? I love second-hand shops, where you can find such rarities that no one would even think that they are clothes "for a penny".
