I may sound like a nincompoop, but jeesum crow! This place so damn cheap, and I never freakin' knew about it. Sure, I saw the ads on TV, knew OF it, but had never actually ventured into this cavernous, industrial space in the bowles of Providence Place and combed through the ungodly amount of bins, racks, and shelves of every article of clothing imaginable. Post-shop, I was totally pooped and needed red meat to get my motor running again. No lie.
So yeah, the stuff is super-cheap, but is it any good? I tried on an adorable silky blouse only to be crest-fallen when the ill fit abruptly killed my joy. There was no way it was going to work, and I have to be completely honest and tell you I have a very average frame. Things usually fit, so my confusion ran deep. The lesson? Go for the knits, as one really can't go wrong with a $4 racerback cotton tank.
The staff was friendly, albeit small. Sure, I was there on a Tuesday night, but it seemed as if we were in the merry old Land of Oz, and Dorothy's house had just dropped down, creating a mess of brightly-colored clothing and sending the town off in a scatter. A few of them popped up sporadically to help with fitting rooms and check-out, which is all we really needed, I guess.
So, in the end, I left with na'ry an article in site, but my companion made out with an enormous sack of items - including several $4 racerback cotton tanks. I think she purchased maybe twenty things, and her grand total came to roughly $100. $100!!!! For reals! I was dumb-struck, as this is usually what I tend to spend on a single item. I also immediately imagined all of those tiny, bloodied fingers of the children working in sweatshops to give us these colorful, cheap garments... But, the shame wore off, and I celebrated my friends bounty and was on my merry way. read more