Ah pity the poor women of France. All they have are slackers like Chanel, Saint Laurent, Givenchy and the like. Whereas we have Chico's. Chico's of the glorious monthly catalog with its equally glorious monthly coupon. Chico's with its Chico's age-appropriate salesclerks who have never been known to flaunt a naked and/or flat midriff. Clerks who nod knowingly when you mention botched C-section scars and lead you to a gaggle of frothy rainbow tops and billowy scarves. Clerks who call you to proclaim triumphantly: The new Travelers are in! with the same level of excitement previously reserved for: I'm engaged; I'm pregnant; I sat next to Dennis Quaid in Biz Class.
We are a cult, an alive and thriving, growing-in-all-respects Cult of Chico's, ready to unashamedly embrace size 3.5, if need be. (After all, what the hell does a size 3 and a half mean anyway? The only place one is forced to translate into 'civilian sizes' is in the HUGE Chico's section on eBay.)

Anybody catch the stock split in February?