Talbots

Talbot’s clothing lasts a long time. Good thing, because at $ 108 a pop for sweaters and $ 58 for a pair of pants, you can bet your sweet bippy I expect to get some wear out of these items.
They carry classy styles, their stores are clean and for the most part, their staff know what they’re doing. If you encounter a salesperson who is a little off that day, just take into consideration that they are usually encountering snooty, old-​money, Fig Garden women all day. That would take a lot of energy out of most of us. and we don’t have to stand around and listen to them whining about their bodies for hours on end.
You can find almost anything through their catalogs and they are great about returns.
Hint — if you find a salesperson you really like, set up an appointment with them and they will be your personal shopper during that time. They are basically committed to helping you.

I love this store because they now have women’s petite sizes (I know that’s an oxymoron) that fit me just right. Service is very nice and they will take back anything that you order from the website if it doesn’t work out.
The store doesn’t carry wide shoe sizes, but the catalog does so I order LOTs of shoes from Talbots.
Service here is very nice, most times. They do have some older sales staff, but they can get younger gals to work for less money so that’s who they hire. I offered to work there one summer, but never got a call. I believe in customer service and that you can never do too much for a customer. Maybe someone will hire me someday so I can put action to those words.

I love their styles: classy, and timeless. I have Talbot’s skirts and sweaters I bought 20 years ago that look as fashionable today as they did in 1987 and will still look good in 2027 (I hope).
My gripe is with the sales staff at this location. Talbot’s has never tried to be young, hip, and funky, so why do they employ high school kids to work the floors? To their credit these gals don’t dress like they’re working at a Baby Phat shop, but they act like the teenagers they are. If I wanted listless shrugs, deer-​in-​the-​headlights stares, or an «I dunno» response to questions, I’d get my teenage students to come shopping with me. I’m a middle-​aged lady shopping for middle-​aged ladies clothes; I expect to be helped by middle-​aged ladies.