Primark is proof that there is, in fact, no God. Okay, okay, maybe I wouldn't take it that far, but this particular Primark is hell on earth and I have been turned off of ever stepping foot in a Primark again.
My friends and I ventured here after hearing lots of local women raving about the "going out" outfits they had purchased at this store for insanely cheap prices. True, the prices are good and can scarcely be beaten in all of London. I love a good deal, so trying out Primark was a no brainer. However, I don't think anything could have possibly prepared me for the mass pandemonium to which I cannot believe I willingly submitted myself.
This place is big and looks a step above a warehouse. We went before dinner, which was an awful idea; the crowds were in full swing by the time we arrived. The first thought that popped into my head was: a fire code must be in violation right now. The best way I would describe Primark is a hot mess. There are a ton of racks of apparel and there are so many people that it's easy to lose people in the crowds. Good luck actually squeezing past people in aisles to look at the clothes. If you stop to look at a price tag or feel fabric, I guarantee that you will get shoved or bumped into by someone without so much as an "Excuse me" or "Sorry." Let's say you find an article of clothing that you like. If you want to try it on in a dressing room first, then you'll have to wait in a very, very long line. If you decide you actually want to purchase an item or two, you'll have to wait in an even longer line worse than many Black Friday lines. If you make it that far and decide to commit to the line, then you best stock up on every single item you want for at least several months; you're not going to want to go through this ordeal again any time soon.
My jaw is literally on the floor reading a few reviews that say the clothes are of good quality. Clothes from stores like H&M or Forever 21 definitely far surpass what you get here. The dresses, in particular, have cheap-feeling and cheap-looking material that hugs the wrong parts of your body and chafe uncomfortably. The dresses feel like they would fall apart after a long night of dancing and walking around.
Overall, this whole mess of a store just screams cheap foreign labor. I gave two stars instead of one because despite all of the crap I outlined above, it is possible to get cheap quality clothes for cheap prices at Primark. For some people, this is a jackpot that is worth all the stress, sweaty claustrophobia, and waiting. I never thought I would say this, but I would rather pay more if it means I can have a pleasant shopping experience with easily accessible fitting rooms, reasonable lines, and clothes that last more than a few washes.
Tips: I've heard it's better to come in the morning when it's not peak hours. Also, most people forgo the dressing rooms and just try to try on clothes in the aisles over their clothes. So, I suggest you wear yoga pants and a form-fitting shirt to give you a more accurate sense of if the clothes. However, be prepared to be shoved by other impatient shoppers! read more