Being that I'm the type of woman that rarely buys sexy lingerie and hates shopping in general, I was reluctant to approach this "shoppe" after a coworker's rave recommendation. These were a few of her star reviews:
* "This place is so great, the women are so nice and helpful, they made me feel so comfortable!"
* "The saleswoman was SO considerate and polite when sizing me!"
* "Their stuff is pricey, but trust me, it's worth it!"
I was actually getting excited. I even left work a half hour early to make it just a liiiittle more special.
It wasn't crowded when I went on a Thursday afternoon so a sales associate was available right away. I explained to her that this was my first time getting fitted for a bra (I'm 27, is that normal?) and I don't know the first thing about sexy lingerie--I just know my boyfriend likes it. The blonde sales associate led me to a dressing room and upon entering, told me to face her and lift my arms. She measured my bust then abruptly said, "take off your shirt." I wanted to respond, "But you don't even know my name!" but decided against the humor, given she was so cold in ordering me around. Hm. Not as considerate and polite as I thought she'd be.
I asked if she could show me some corsets and she came back with a fairly conservative style. I thought she knew this was for my boyfriend....you know....to turn him on. I asked if she had anything more risque and she shook her head profusely. I was willing to try on a bunch of different things (I also made sure to hint that I WILL be buying something that day) so I told her to just lay it all on me. She warmed up a little and was quick to make suggestions and bring more sexy things. She eventually caught my drift and started handing me some drop dead hot sexy babelicious stuff. By this time, more customers were trickling in.
My blonde sales associate started assisting another customer in the dressing room next to mine. Michelle made sure to check up on me whenever she passed my curtain, which was nice. How do I suddenly know her name? Because I overheard her introducing herself to the newer customer. YEAH.
I didn't realize how long I was in the dressing room for because I was having a blast admiring my newfound sexy physique. Yes, a lot of the items here will make you think you are the hottest bitch alive. As I was making my final decisions, I needed one last opinion from her on a revealing purple satin and black lace corset. I was concerned about how I thought my boobs were spilling out at the sides. She stood at the open curtain, (criticizing?) then said, "It looks fine. Who do you need to impress? Who cares what it looks like on top?" Then she walked away.
I had it by that point. As I'm changing back into my boring old everyday clothes and putting some of the rejected lingerie back onto their hangers, she walks by my curtain and asks, "Are you almost done in there?" I responded, "Yes, actually, I am ready to pay and leave."--and report her to her supervisor...unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood to put someone on the spot like that in front of their own employer, and Michelle is also incredibly lucky that I have an astonishing amount of patience. Michelle promptly rang my items up (that pair of panties really shouldn't cost $50 but, hey, my boyfriend deserves it) and routinely bid me goodnight.
For those that made it this far into this review, I want to let you know I don't like bashing places for the hell of it. This is a reputable business but I got stuck with a socially inept and inconsiderate salesperson. Quality of product is one thing, which I'm not doubting. Quality of salespeople are another. It can lose customers just as fast as a shoddy piece of cheap lace panties. read more