Wait. Who died and left Belk the Kohl’s department store recipe? If you close your eyes on the way in, and open them at the front of the store, you’d swear it was Kohl’s. Crappy selection of handbags forced us to hit four more stores for a birthday gift, and we had to go all the way to the damn mall to Penney for cripe’s sake. I think the buyers here need to rethink some things. Everything was either too chicky chicky, too Chico-woman, or too batwing socialite matronly for our birthday girl.