Avon ladies conjure up a very particular image in one’s mind. They have immaculately manicured nails and not a hair out of place. They live in suburban bungalows, surrounded by white picket fences. And, when you look at their newspaper cuttings, you notice that they are mentioned mostly on the problem pages of tabloids. “I’ve had a ding-dong time with [an] Avon lady” is the first thing I come across.
This is a great article about the evolution of the Avon lady. A far cry from the lilac clad woman in Edward Scissor Hands. Even though its a great look!
