I went to a place called the 'Trafford Center'. The place is HUGE. I spent five hours in it and I only managed to scale the top floor, and that was only going into a few stores.
The jeans were actually in the first store I went into. The sizes are different here, so my first task was to figure out what size I was. I happen to be inbetween a 6 and an 8 (which makes sense, because in Canada I'm inbetween a 4 and a 6). When I asked a sales associate to get me another size I was given a dirty look. I was only given decent customer service in one store called 'Elle' and it damn well should have been considering the price of their clothes.
The pair I ultimately bought cost me £30, and are slightly too big. I then scaled the rest of the mall to make sure I hadn't missed a better pair, or a better bargain.
I also found the ugliest cut of jeans that has ever existed. It's so ugly that they don't sell it in Canada as far as I can tell. It's tapered, so that it's fitted all the way from the thigh to the calf - as in they become much skinnier all the way down. In the end the overall effect is that the wearer, from the waist down, looks like an upside down pear. I am convinced that these jeans would have looked horrible on anyone - and as support I use the European woman who once came into Esprit wearing (and looking for another) pair.
I also found an absolutely gorgeous shirt that was not at all what I was looking for (bright red and not particularily conservative) and was not even close to being within my budget. I liked it so much that I would have bought it if the sales associate hadn't been so rude. I could definitely have been convinced. It was the last one in my size as well, so I was the prime target for any well seasoned seller. I'm sure they sensed the extreme guilt I would have felt if I had spent that much money on a shirt and, therefore, were really rude and shooed me out of the store. Bless.
posted by Lisa @ 4:22 PM
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