Apr 17, 2009 14:30 - By: Tamara Rice
by Tamara Rice of The Rice Paper

The Vintage-Looking Signage above Victoria Gardens
California’s Inland Empire has had plenty of mediocre shopping for years, but when Victoria Gardens opened up in Rancho Cucamonga in late 2004, a whole new standard of beauty and excellence in an upscale, outdoor shopping mall was achieved.
Victoria Gardens feels like it’s own little city, complete with Main Street, a park and a sign high above that bears a strong resemblance to the one over Pike Place Market in Seattle, Washington. Poised perfectly in the foothills, on a clear winter day Victoria Gardens has a view of tall palm trees as well as snowy mountains.
In other words, it’s a fun little paradise of classy storefronts and great restaurants (and I hear it’s sensational at Christmas time). On one of my recent trips, I strolled around feeling like a city girl, with my purse on my arm and money to spend.
So, I ventured into Sephora–these makeup stores aren’t exactly on every corner, you know–and proceeded to look for my favorite brands.
I was immediately offered the assistance of a very young saleswoman, and I asked her to help me find one of those fantastic blush/lipstick makeup sticks I had read about in a recent issue of my favorite magazine. She found it quickly, of course, and we proceeded to pick the right color for me. (I was feeling so very chic, and it was so much more fun than buying makeup at the drug store!)
Then, the moment I placed my chosen blush/lipstick stick into my handy shopping basket, the saleswoman dropped a bomb on me.

The Lovely Sidewalk of Victoria Gardens
“You know what you could use?” she began casually, as if what she was about to say was perfectly polite and normal. “We need to get you a good cream for under your eyes and something to keep your makeup from sliding off throughout the day … do you see how it’s sort of sliding, due to the oils on your face?” She motioned for me to look at myself in a nearby mirror.
Well, as it turns out, I hadn’t noticed the oils on my face. Or the bags under my eyes. And I couldn’t afford the $70-worth of creams she offered up to fix them.
So I bought my little trinket–a minor consolation prize for the blow I’d been dealt–and left the store. I sat down on the beautiful wooden bench under a tree outside.
Ahh, the beauty and wonder that Victoria Gardens had to offer. Where else in the Inland Empire could I go to covet $200 jeans or buy a $40 tube of lipstick/blush that would melt in my car two months later?
Of course, the newly seeded worry about my complexion (and my new-found obsession with the bags under my eyes) were just thrown in for free.
Photos courtesy of La Citta Vita on Flickr.com