I notoriously hate shopping. I start feeling claustrophobic as I endlessly circle narrow aisles and squeeze between other shoppers. My chest tightens as I furiously rip my clothes on and off and my initial impressions and hopes for each piece are dashed due to poor fit and cheap manufacturing. The worst part is that I will inevitably not find whatever it is I'm looking for, no matter which shitty store I find myself in.
That was...until I met Kohl's.
Clark and I went searching for work clothes there yesterday (as my Rangetsu wardrobe is sadly lacking)...and by golly was I pleasantly surprised. It seemed like everything was on sale (which could just be a marketing ploy, but I don't really give a fuck) and judging by my receipt, not a single thing I purchased was full price. We ended up paying $165 for ten blouses, and they all average under $20. Not bad considering most of them started out double that price.
It also helped that since I had the full amount in hand, I made the small leap of signing up for a Kohl's credit card, which gave me 20% off my total purchase, which I can now pay off online and not worry about. Not 100% sure whether I'll keep the account open (since credit cards are the devil), but I like the store enough to go there first next time I need something, so it may come in handy.
They also carry a good range of quality, from no-name juniors brands with gross polyester knit linings to well known brands like Mudd and make-celebrities-feel-productive brands, such as those by JLo and Lauren Conrad. The pieces I got from the LC collection are actually really beautiful- soft shades of georgette in simple cuts, lined with super silky cotton jersey- and really inexpensive. I bought this one in both colors: Lauren Conrad Cutout Chiffon Overlay Top
In other words, I am THRILLED with my Kohl's purchases, which is something totally unheard of in this picky bitch's world. Being naturally pessimistic, I don't know if they'll come through for me every time, but as of now, they'd best be warned....I expect great things, bitches. I expect great things.
