Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Nordstrom Maternity Sucks!

I know I’m on the large side this pregnancy…OK, I was on the large-side the last pregnancy too…and frankly I’m sick of not being able to find decent clothes in my size! I’m a size 12…that’s not HUGE for Christ’s sake! Nordstroms seems to only service up to size oooh, I guess 8! A recent search on their on-line shop yielded the following choices for size Large (12-14): 2 maternity bras, 2 types of Mama Spanx and 2 pairs of underwear. Seriously? Really? No blouses in a 12 no skirts or dresses ? Not even a t-shirt?!!! Amazing.
OK, it's just their search function that sucks...I tried searching every size choice and it always returned underwear... soo they just kind-of suck :)
----------Update II------
OK, I guess I have to take back the whole comment. Last night I spent a few hours searching all the maternity website for some major maternity underwear (such as you see in the bottom right of the photo); the only place I could find them was Nordstroms! Everyone else had bikini-type underwear...which are find for right now - but after the c-section...the top of the bikini-type underwear hit right on the sutures! ouch!!! FOr a good 3 months I need some granny-panties :D lovely, I know.


Christy said...

They totally suck! And bravo to you for putting it out there - I was sooo frusterated looking for cute maternity clothes. But you know what, I actually have a few pieces I bet you would love - sort of designer ones my mom bought me. I'll take photos of them, then email you. If you like them, you can borrow them for the remainder of your pregnancy, and the few months thereafter where you still need to wear maternity. Noone tells you that, do they? I'm still in a couple of maternity tops, but just this past weekend moved the majority of them out of my closet and into a storage bin for the next time (IF!) I'm pregnant. :-)

Anonymous said...

Nordstrom suck. Period.

When I was eighteen years old, I was a “skater” type: Long hair, shabby clothes, etc. I didn't make much money at all, and thus dealt with the criticism associated with being less presentable. That summer, as I was heading to the mall with a friend, his mother asked us to return a pair of shoes she had recently bought at Nordstrom and worn once. Receipt in hand, we made our way.

I admit we looked out of place, two skater punks in the womens' shoes section of Nordstrom, but we were polite people even back then. My friend approached the counter and exclaimed “I'd like to return these shoes for my mom.” The lady at the counter looked at the receipt, then the shoes, and asked “What's wrong with these shoes?”. “She didn't like the way they fit” he replied. “How many times did she wear them?”. “Once”. After speaking with another lady behind the counter, she concluded “Sorry. We can't refund these shoes since she didn't purchase them at this Nordstrom location”. It turns out she had bought them at a different Nordstrom. No big deal. He called his mom to tell her what happened and she, disappointed, asked us to get the name of the gal who turned us down.

We returned to the counter, and my friend explained his mother's request for the representative's name. Just then, the representative slammed her hands on the counter and, trembling, barked “Why don't you give me your name!?”. She proceeded on a tirade about “you people” coming in with outrageous expectations only to be interrupted by her supervisor, who said “Guys. I am her supervisor and I'm sorry, but we cannot refund those shoes for you”. She gave us the name of the representative who, at that point, was calling security on us to escort us out of the store! We had been cordial the entire time, but we stuck out like sore thumbs because of the way we appeared. Needless to say, we got the names of the ladies, and my friend's mom called Nordstrom and gave them an earful of disapproval.

The story doesn't stop there: I vowed to never spend a penny of my money at Nordstrom for the rest of my life.

A few years ago (10 years later), a friend and I were Christmas shopping in the same mall when she excitedly noticed the Nordstrom store. I told her I would not go in there, she begged me to, and I agreed to on the condition that I wouldn't buy anything. As we walked in, I began telling her the story. Then I noticed the women's shoes department. Then I noticed the lady, still working there. By this time, I was all fired up repeating the encounter passionately in the women's shoes department. My friend digressed and led me out of there (after I took down the lady's name again for my own letter to Nordstrom). I sent this story to their 'contact us' web mail, which redirected to the store manager, and ended up going nowhere (i.e. an email reply from the manager saying “I would love to hear more about your problems if you want to call and vent).

It has been nearly fifteen years now, and a lot has changed. I am an engineer earning much more, and I am together with a doctor. We dress well. My old skate clothes have been replaced with Brooks Brothers, Burberry, etc. I have held true to my vow, and have never purchased (or accepted from my girlfriend), any item originating in a Nordstrom store. My social status has changed, but my core principles have not. I am not a Nordstrom shopper.