However, one bright spot in keeping raccoon hours was getting to shop while everyone else was on the clock. And it didn't hurt that our hotel was right next to the Dallas Galleria. Now, I have some fond memories of that big ol' mall. When I moved to Texas ten-plus years ago, I drove to my new home. Starting in Chicago and ending in Austin, I made one stop in Missouri and the other at, yup, the Galleria (OK, the hotel attached to the place). So returning to its lofty halls gave me the warm fuzzies - partly because of the nostalgia for the Lone Star State and partly because I found out it had a Zara! I honestly didn't figure I'd do much shopping, since most of the stores are chains that I can find back in the North Star State. But - we don't have a Zara (hey, Mall of Insanity, please fill up that black hole left by Bloomingdale's and take a hint).
My last trip to this Spanish-based retailer was in NYC over a year ago. The store felt somewhat claustrophobic, with dark décor, lots of shoppers, and a narrow space crammed with stock. The Dallas post was a far more enjoyable experience, and I'm sure being there at an odd time helped. But it also felt more spacious with a brighter design and seemingly more edited displays. I spent nearly two hours poring over everything and finally dragging a ton of merch into the dressing room. Because, like the other budget-friendly, fast-fashion champ H&M, there is no consistency in fit with these kinds of stores. Seriously. I was a Small, Medium, and Large here.
I did find a few great things, though. Here's some shots of the carnage:
site-friendly jeans. Replaced by a J. Crew skirt.
Images: my own