Three reasons to love Pier1: 1) Accent Pillows. They don’t last forever and are a relatively inexpensive was to freshen a living area. 2) Curtain. Ditto — Accent Pillows most favored cousin. 3) Drink ware. Break a glass at my house and I couldn’t be less concerned(get the broom and drink on) — that’s why none of my glasses match. But — they gotta be actual GLASS. Pier1’s selection of these items is fantastic — though a bit pricey on the textile side. Two reasons to not love Pier1: 1) They are now selling scarves and necklaces. Irritating. 2) Frequently items are broken — this causes me ignore most of their offerings. Also, it’s crazy cramped. So 4-stars from me. Pillows and curtains and drinks… oh my!
Brenda W.
Évaluation du lieu : 2 Monroeville, PA
I love to look at everything in Pier 1. It’s all eye-catching and appealing and oh-so colorful. Then I get a hold of myself and reality sets in. This place is ridiculously and outrageously priced for what they carry. After having shopped at many other venues, I can do better; I can experience better. There! I said it. Now I’m cured of wanting to stop and look and touch everything. Done, I say!
Faith A.
Évaluation du lieu : 4 Boston, MA
I had been looking for a new dinette since our move and after multiple trips back to the store, I finally purchased a new dining table, chairs and a bench from Pier 1. I will say that part of the reason I chose this store was the staff. They were always helpful and not pushy and unlike some other stores, there was no attitude which was a huge plus. If you are looking for some household goods, come gives these ladies a visit. You may find what you are looking for just like I did.
Darren W.
Évaluation du lieu : 3 Pittsburgh, PA
Ehhhh, I dunno guys. I’m no interior designer, but Pier 1 appears to be full of expensive, useless things that will add clutter to whatever you dwell in. Of course Kay cooed o’er everything she saw; bronzed horses in miniature, wooden Buddhas, plastic lobsters, rubber fruit, fake flowers, giant copper shields, and… candles…the odor of those… candles…nearly pushed me towards… dementia… Is my aversion to such places inherent to my gender and err… orientation? From the looks of it, I wasn’t the only boyfriend or spouse suffering from ennui in this peculiar storehouse dimension of things that will be discarded 5 years after being purchased or simply hang on walls and collect dust.