Zara in Rome

I just want to say European Zara really does kick North American Zara's butt.  I read a post of Garance Doré last fall who said it.  I was stoked to read that and made it my mission to seek out a Zara in my 24 hours in Rome.  It was awesome.  There were at least 5-6 floors of clothes clothes clothes! (okay, maybe not that many floors but it seemed like a lot).  Even McKay got into shopping because the prices where ideal to him.  I really was awe struck, everything looked so polished and organized and they had an abundance of sizes in everything.  Even the quality of the garments seemed better.  I can't remember which Zara we went to but we spent a good portion of the night in there.  

This is how it went down.  I was wearing thin black leggings when we got on the plane in Vancouver, a relatively mild winter place.  I get off the plane in New York and I am freezing.  No matter, I leave in a few hours so I tough it out.  Then I get off the plane in Rome and oh my goodness, I am frozen!  I didn't bring extra pants in our carry-on so what am I gonna do?  Go Shopping!  Unbeknownst to McKay I had the address of all the Zara's in Rome, Spain, and Morocco written in my travel journal.  Ha!  I convinced McKay it was a necessity to get some warmer pants or I was going to die.  Plus, Banyan needed socks and wasn't wearing any because McKay let him wear them into the airplane washroom.  Eeeew!  I wanted to throw his socks in the garbage!  So we searched, we found, and I got my pair of pants and Banyan some socks.  We were happy and continued on in our 24 hours in Rome (which was mostly in the dark).

Anyway, I went to Zara the other day on Robson street because I am excited to buy clothes again after being pregnant.  Maybe it's a little too soon to shop but I can't help my self.  I wanted these pants but...

...first of all my size was gone and there were only a few on the rack anyway.  The quality wasn't there and the belt in the picture was not the same belt it came with :(

It took me a long time to find them as everything in the Robson Zara is scattered everywhere.  There doesn't seem be any rhyme or reason to their layout. And lastly, why are all the staff miserable?  It's like they only hire people with a perma-scowl.    

I ended up with a few shirts which I am going to return because I tried them on with some of my clothes and I'm not happy with the overall look of them.  Too Bad.