When we arrived at the market it was blistering hot. I had on a blue and white tank top, some rugged shorts, and some flip-flops. My family and I decided they wanted to go shopping; my family consisted of my cousin, grandma, my mom, and me. My aunt’s birthday was coming up and my cousin, wanted to get her something nice.
“I think I should buy my mom a chain for her birthday since, it 's coming up. I have this beautiful Minnie Mouse charm and I just need a chain,” my cousin pleaded. “If we see a jewelry store we’ll see if we can find you one,” my mom stated. The market was big, there was a whole bunch of stores crowded together and a narrow walkway in the middle. I found a jewelry store three spaces down from the opening. …show more content…
Her birthday is coming up and I want to get her a chain for the charm I bought her,” my cousin said. “Well let’s see what we got here,” the owner said. He went around the big table in the middle of the room. Opened one of the glass cases on the wall and pulled out a black, round, necklace holder. There were all different sorts of chains hanging from the stand gold, silver, long, short, and even rose gold. He sat the chains on the table. He was across from us on the other side of the table, with a nice friendly grin on his joyful face and I had my poker face on. “Here are some chains that we have,” we all took a look at the chains.
“I’m looking for a silver chain,” my cousin explained. The owner puts the stand back and went under the counter of the glass cases to the far back wall. He pulled out a stand with all silver chains.
“Here you go,” he exclaimed. We looked carefully at the chains. My cousin wanted a chain not too big but, not too small. She finally narrowed her search down to two pretty chains the right size for her.
“I like these two,” she said. The owner laid the two chains on the table. I’m the only one who was smart enough to look at the price tag. One was $250 and the other one was $300.
“300 dollars, For a chain? You have lost you your mind,” I said bewildered.
My cousin and grandma carefully examined the price tags. I think the owner realized they weren’t happy and he wasn’t going to make a sell when we shook our heads and started to
-” I’ll be there in a sec!”-I yelled, very confused and curious, but why is she calling me, a present? hmmm probably not, probably wants me to help her out,”-hahaha she’s so short’-she’s so short I thought to myself. Maybe she did something and wants to show me!
No one replied. My fingers brushed against the wall. When I turned around, I was staring at a small star-shaped key chain. It’s gold edges gleamed in the dim light in the cellar. It’s center
Style number 1002 is a cameo pendant in the colour of Vintage Bouquet, and it has a soft green background with an off-white image of a rose. It also hangs from an antique gold charm similar to the other two styles, but the bottom charm is clear on this one. Chain is bronze in tone.
He took the small locket from his pouch and opened it, revealing the same picture as the frame. “You don’t think that they could be nearby do you?” he asked, “I doubt that this locket could be that old.”
“Let me see if we still have it.” Her stomach muscles tightened even as the inventory screen opened. She hated this part of her job. Seller’s remorse. Certain heirlooms were too precious to part with, and now and then, the previous owner realized it too late.
In the video, the family members have expressed how these items have a unique meaning to them, and to the rest of the town, as many have spent times at the store that was being auctioned.
The store is easily visible by passing drivers through the towering window display. When setting foot in the store, one can see the classic and elegant theme of the interior. Natural light shines through the windows creating a radiant setting. The layout of Che Bella includes a relaxed environment with comfortable couches provided for the bride-to-be’s entourage as well as a spacious area for browsing merchandise. Large, full-length mirrors and gold pedestals placed in front of each viewing area create a romantic, pleasant atmosphere. Every table is strewn with beautiful handmade jewelry made by the owner herself, Jennifer Meyer.
Her love had grown tainted, distracted. We spoke rarely, with hesitation and tamed distaste. The necklace I had adored became my main source of abhorrence. I didn’t look at it, nor at her, when we argued the night before I left for a school trip to Chicago. She kissed me on the cheek on my way out the door, and I couldn’t look in her eyes. This wasn’t someone I knew-this was a woman who had given birth to me who wore a piece of silver that a pawnshop would give pennies
Monique Badun, a West Side real estate broker, recently sold a house for $8-million. “It had everything – except a wine cellar,” she says. “The buyer, a very serious collector, had to put one in. It cost $500,000. He didn’t even blink at the cost.”
The gentleman opened the door for us to walk in and I was astounded by the drastic temperature difference from humid and hot, to cool and crisp air flooding my nostrils. I assumed its traditional for someone to usually follow you through such high end stores because that's what one of the men employees did. Looking around at the menacing red carpet, the cream colored walls, and animal material handbags. The signature red stripe was littered on all clothing across this boutique. It gave me pleasure walking around because the carpet was the kind that sinks a little bit when you walk on it. My sister splits up from me to check out the purses while I go to the back to look at the watches. I was terrified to touch anything because not once did I see a price tag on anything. Even looking at something too long felt like a crime. After looking at the watches I meet again with my sister on the split staircase where it introduces the colognes and perfumes. My sister collected the perfume strip made of some sort of fabric as her momento from Gucci, knowing she couldn’t afford anything the store has to offer. We head upstairs in the store, again we break away from each other and I see this rack of less organized clothes similar to the ones you’d see in Forever 21 with clothes on random hangers. I examine the clothing and ask the gentleman who is still tailing me “how much for the shirt?” I point to
"It's so hoooooottttttt!" My cousin whined as I continued doing my work. "Then why don't you just take your jacket off? No one is going to find this place ya' know," I replied blatantly. I didn't have to turn around to know that she most likely rolled her eyes at me. I swear, this girl is a bigger brat my grandmother's Chihuahua.