Christmas Present to Myself
Every year I buy
myself a few new clothes as a gift to myself. Being a plus size woman, there
are not that many options for getting nice clothes and for years, I have been
buying from the same online company. However, I am starting to be very
disappointed in the quality.
Styles for plus
size women have improved. I love the trapeze style as I am bigger on the bottom
than on the top. To be able to purchase tops that have wider hemlines gives me
more confidence in how I look. However, where style has improved, quality has
gone downhill.
I have noticed that
material is getting thinner. More items are being imported. In this latest
order, the two shirts were “Made in India.” When I took them out of the package
and went to iron them, I found them filthy. It seemed like they were dragged
across the floor of the sewing room before being put in the bags. They were covered in loose threads and with
some colors that were not in the two shirts. They felt dirty although I did not
see actual dirt. Perhaps it was flannel coming off. There was also an
imperfection in the back of one of them.
This led me into
wondering where the pride in workmanship has gone. I began picturing a
sweatshop where low-paid workers are working in assembly line situations with
no say in how the work is done; a place where quantity is more important than
quality. It dawned on me that the only pride is in how cheap the company can
make the product yet bring in the highest dollar.
Returning items
used to be easy. Companies want their customers to be pleased. The only easy
part now is that a return can be put in the mailbox. However, the last time I
returned an item, it cost me almost as much to return it as it did to purchase
it. When I wrote a letter to the company, they took off the charge.
But this brings up
another subject. Why should customers have to complain to get satisfaction? Companies
brag about good customer service, but more and more I am finding that just to
be meaningless words, statements just to make the company sound good, just
because it’s the thing to say.
It’ll be awhile
before I buy any new clothes. I wish I liked to sew. I’d make my own clothes.
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