Still reeling from the news about cindershadow but you've distracted me with your Macy's hatred. In my neck of the woods it's eaten the Bon Marche, a great old regional chan which, up until the name change, still maintained independant buyers and was a reliable source of other-than-navy-blue-polyester clothing in my size.

I call it a sign of the heat death of the retail universe.

Julia, between Macy's and Walmart there's just so little real choice left