Last night Michael and I cruised the Post Street H&M. Last month we'd met at the Powell Street store, where I was returning a sweater. Last week we braved the crowds to check out the new Westfield Mall and walked by the H&M there. The mall, btw, was CRAZY! We went at six p.m. on Saturday - I figured the stores would be closing, and we'd have a chance to just walk past the stores to see what's there. No. It was packed. Shoulder-to-shoulder packed. My son, for whom shopping is a pastime, couldn't get out of there fast enough.
The H&M in the mall has a lot of children's clothes. That was enough for us to notice - I didn't see anything calling my name, so I felt fine skipping an interior look. I'd read reviews saying that the Post Street H&M had clothes that were more suited for older women (omigod! am I one of those?), so I thought it was worth checking out.
It is indeed for women (no men's department, no children's), but I'm not sure that older is quite accurate. Colder, perhaps - I saw no fewer than 10 different types of overcoats. And the upstairs seems more geared to either 13-year olds, or closeouts. It was all garish colors, mostly Ts, tanks, and polos.
The clothes downstairs mostly looked like a repeat of what's at the Powell Street store, but without the crowds. That in itself is a big plus, but since the selection is so much better at Powell, I think I'll stick with it. Even with the 30 minute + wait for a dressing room, it's worth it.
At least I've learned that I shouldn't even bother looking at their pants. They are not ever going to fit me, no matter the style. But everything else works. It may be cheap, it may fall apart, but it'll look good for this season at least.
