Hottest day of the year, so of course I'm going clothes shopping!
Note--we have airco at home. A lot of people in the Bay Area don't. They all seem to head for the mall for *their* airco. The place was a zoo.
I get there and head for Macy's. Now, I've been looking forward to fall clothes because the colours were supposed to be greens, rusts, pumpkin, mustard, etc. I get there, and what do I find?
Coral! Watermelon! What sort of cruel trick is this? I can't wear anything in the pink to red range--I look like an ad for fever. Yeah, those colours work fine for blondes and anyone with yellow to tan in their complexions, but my fine celtic pink-white? No way!
The camel and chocolate might work, and the jury is still out on purple, but what the heck happened to the promised colours? Not like I'm shopping last year's stock or something.
Okay, off to Nordstrom. I hadn't been thrilled with them the last time I wandered over, but what the heck.
Another note--I am somewhere between a size 16 and 18, which means I'm usually hanging out in "extended sizes" land. I'm in proportion, which means I want something with fitting. Anything that's boxy is a loss.
Obviously, the national buyer at Nordstrom doesn't want any woman larger than a size 12 coming into their store. The clothes that I saw at Nordstrom would embarass a K-Mart. Cheap fabric, blowsy design, and just nasty-looking colours and prints. This stuff is buscha-wear, and I don't do that.
What's the deal, Nordstrom? You used to be a place I could get career-wear. Someone in your management has decided that they don't want my business. Are you so focused on the size 0 crowd that you're willing to drive my business to Macy's?
Posted by lsefton at September 5, 2004 08:44 PM