One word: James.
So the story goes like this: I need jeans, I walk into a Jean Machine in the Eaton Centre and a guy asks if he can help me. I think "probably not because you don't understand how things cling to women in the wrong ways but..."
...and... [excess ellipses intentional] My mind glimpsed through a memory of knowing him. I felt like we'd had this conversation before. I FELT our missed connection being resolved. He was... JAMES from Jean Machine Pen Centre, St. Catharines. This man had picked out my pants before. I trust and like him. James is special. James knows the SKU numbers from the OLD silver TONIs that they don't make anymore. James hoards new old-stock Silvers for me. James loves picking out women's clothing. (I'm sure he is knowledgeable in mens clothes too).
The BEST:
- JAMES.
The good:
- They have the full line of Silver jeans. Every style, every colour. Even old ones sometimes.
- You can go in here and say I want jeans in [style] and [colour] and they will bring you everything they have.
The bad:
- There is nothing bad about this store. Sometimes the music is bad.
- The "tops" aren't in the style of me.
I will ALWAYS go here for jeans for as long as James works with the company. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am that he is in Toronto now. I have been through 3 Jean Machine locations with this guy; we move in parallel.