Tanya and I took the bus to Dnipropetrovs'k today to deliver her documents in application for a Schengen visa for our Greek holiday in September. It will likely take all five weeks to get approved.
There is a good lingerie shop in Dnipro that Tanya likes that sells a better quality than she can get here in Zhovti Vody. I am always after her to spend the money and buy good bras that fit and support. I try to hold up my end of the bargain but am not always available. She also needed a new swimsuit for our Greek expedition.
Tanya went back into the shop to the fitting rooms. There were two young ladies working there; a tempest in a D-cup and a trainee. I could play no part in the process, though I have often thought of becoming a diesel fitter in a lingerie shop (Yep, dese'll fit 'er). I parked myself on the pink leather chair near the front door to admire the merchandise.
The store sold men's underwear. Who knew? The pictures on the packages reassured me that the models were paying attention in their marketing courses, especially the section on positioning the product in the mind of the consumer. Positioning is simply remembering to put the potato in the front of your Speedo instead of in the back.
There was a display of uh, er, ah intimate night apparel. The pictures on the boxes were quite revealing. I wondered who could afford these...not the negligees but the girls wearing them. The photos on the displays of expensive thongs really cracked me up. Very cheeky on someone's part, I thought.
Eventually Tanya appeared with her purchases all nicely bagged and we then went to the huge clothing market. I had not been there since the old one burned down. It has been rebuilt and expanded. There are maybe 300 or more individual shops all numbered by street and shop so you can find them again. The shops average about 3 meters by 6 meters but range in size from 3x3 to 6x6, each one selling different lines of men's, women's and childrens clothing and accessories.
We had just stepped in the door when a woman looked at me, grabbed Tanya and hauled us into her shop which carried clothing for large men or large clothing for men or... At any rate 20 minutes later I had three new shirts that fit and she had $100. The name of the shop? GROSS.
There is a good lingerie shop in Dnipro that Tanya likes that sells a better quality than she can get here in Zhovti Vody. I am always after her to spend the money and buy good bras that fit and support. I try to hold up my end of the bargain but am not always available. She also needed a new swimsuit for our Greek expedition.
Tanya went back into the shop to the fitting rooms. There were two young ladies working there; a tempest in a D-cup and a trainee. I could play no part in the process, though I have often thought of becoming a diesel fitter in a lingerie shop (Yep, dese'll fit 'er). I parked myself on the pink leather chair near the front door to admire the merchandise.
The store sold men's underwear. Who knew? The pictures on the packages reassured me that the models were paying attention in their marketing courses, especially the section on positioning the product in the mind of the consumer. Positioning is simply remembering to put the potato in the front of your Speedo instead of in the back.
There was a display of uh, er, ah intimate night apparel. The pictures on the boxes were quite revealing. I wondered who could afford these...not the negligees but the girls wearing them. The photos on the displays of expensive thongs really cracked me up. Very cheeky on someone's part, I thought.
Eventually Tanya appeared with her purchases all nicely bagged and we then went to the huge clothing market. I had not been there since the old one burned down. It has been rebuilt and expanded. There are maybe 300 or more individual shops all numbered by street and shop so you can find them again. The shops average about 3 meters by 6 meters but range in size from 3x3 to 6x6, each one selling different lines of men's, women's and childrens clothing and accessories.
We had just stepped in the door when a woman looked at me, grabbed Tanya and hauled us into her shop which carried clothing for large men or large clothing for men or... At any rate 20 minutes later I had three new shirts that fit and she had $100. The name of the shop? GROSS.
HA! That's awesome. But good you found some clothes!
ReplyDeleteAlso, boo on the terrible jokes earlier. I'm choosing to ignore them now.
I'm with May-B about the jokes. Your shopping outings are always interesting.
ReplyDeleteBahaha! Love your jokes - you and Hubby have the same sense of humour. He prides himself on being my most enthusiastic supporter...
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Just excellent. Though I always felt a pair of tube socks offered up a more realistic fantasy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, all. speaking of tube socks, my late wife used to say she wore a 44 Long
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