No not as in a party, I'm talking bashing as in over the head. Sorry, I did promise this Zara post but was so excited about my new trainers earlier today that I blogged about those instead and completely forgot.
Never did I think I would be criticising nay let's call it critiquing, I like to give balanced opinions after all. But to me Zara is god or at least the goddess of all things fabric so it pains me to write this post but I need to get it out of my system. And then I can move on.
I can't even remember entering Zara for the first time, it must have been the mid 90s but I do recall the prices. Boy were they cheap! The quality was ok, not great but that really didn't matter when you could kit yourself out for pip squeak pounds (I had never heard of Primark back then).
And as time went by, the designs got better and better. I remember a green blouse that I had, quite Victoriana it was, the detailing was beautiful. Ok the fabric left a lot to be desired, the cheapest of cheap cotton and you wouldn't want to look too closely at the stitching but the design itself more than made up for it. And to be fair it lasted a few years.
But then something went wrong. I blame the recession squeezing the margins which has resulted in workmanship going down and yet prices going up. No longer can you pick up a jacket for £30, you're more likely to part with £70 or £80 a time. And actually, I don't mind that because I do like many of the pieces Zara produce but I refuse to pay for crap quality. I've purchased a couple of jackets from H&M recently, both of which are very well made for the price I paid. So it can be done. Ethically I don't know. That's a story for another day.
Take this cardi-jacket that I had for Xmas. It's my comfort cardi, you know all snuggled up watching the tv. I've already had to stitch the fastener back on and look at the bobbling. For goodness sake we're only just out of January.
A silk top that I bought in the summer split at the seams under the arm so that went in the bin and then blow me down a blinkin hem has come down on a dress that I have worn once, ONCE I say.
The navy jumpsuit I purchased just before Christmas, well that's still going strong, bobbling a little but not too bad. My problem with this is that the pockets are soooo bulky that they stick out. Let me explain , they're knitted pockets so you have all this bulk going on around the hip area. I end up feeling as if I'm wearing something from the military, a little like these circa 1941 Russian soldier's battle trousers...
Oh you may laugh but I have to walk about with my hands in the pockets all day as I don't want to be known as the one with the haunches! More of a design fault that one. Had the pockets been made out of a thiner silky fabric they would have sat much better.
I bobbed into Zara at The Trafford Centre a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't quiet but it certainly wasn't busy. The shop floor was a disgrace, there was stuff everywhere. I took a couple of things into the changing room to try on and this was the cleanest one I could find. It was filthy, dust balls in the corner, dirty tissues on the floor, stray hair...you get the picture.
This was at about 11.30am and had so obviously not been cleaned from the previous day. OCD alert, I really couldn't try the tops on so I just bought them in the hope they fitted. Maybe this is a new marketing ploy!!! Everything seemed so tired and worn, serious investment is needed me thinks. To be fair I know the Manchester branch has just been revamped but it's not very often you see a store in such a sorry state in the Trafford Centre. Maybe it's next on the list.
I still love Zara collections, I'm sure I always will but I'm less inclined to use it as my go-to shop at the moment. The quality just isn't there anymore.
Well, got that off my chest. I feel much better.
And this is what I wore earlier today before I got drenched walking the dog (so over this weather). And, contrary Mary me, yes it's a Zara jacket, and it frays at the edges like mad (it's suppose to fray but the rate it's going at the moment, there'll be nothing left). I love my new scarf which is actually mustard in real life and not cat-sick yellow. The only decent one I've been able to find after a couple of weeks of searching. It's from T K Maxx and was less than £20 if I remember rightly. Good old TK Maxx.
Have a good weekend y'all