Warehouse, Warehouse, Warehouse. We’ve had a love-hate thing for about a decade now. Some of my very favourite dresses hail from here, but in recent years the selection has been touch and go, with lots of nasty boho prints and tacky materials creeping into the mix. When prices go up, and quality falls, Ciara is not a happy camper. The particular problem with this store is its layout. It is dark, pokey, and if more than three people are in the fitting rooms, you’re elbowing people out of the way. This results in poor merchandising, crappy size ranges, and bruises during sale season(ouch!).