Oh Zara, how I detest your messy shops and unhelpful staff. You're customer service is a shocker and the amount of faulty items I've seen strewn across your floors could stock an Oxfam twice over. I've got to say though, each season you've got me drooling over your pieces that are painfully spot on. The quality is questionable and the fabric composition makes me sweat but when you've got pink trousers, orange skirts, and pleats galore I find it impossible to resist your allure. So until I've got the funds to afford the Prada and Marc Jacobs that I truly want, your brights and neutral pieces will keep me feeling hot.
I could easily drop a grand in Zara right now. They've got my spring wardrobe nailed.