Cotton On

Pretty good store and can be quite crowded during promotional periods.

Decent prices and quality of clothes accompanied by friendly staff

Staff are ok, clothes are ok. Personally. The music is waaay too loud, till it is uncomfortable. I left before I wanted to because I couldnt bear the blaring beats.

Friendly neithbourhood comfort and upscale clothings at value for money discount. Comfort cosy ambience with attentive service.

Beware of exchange shoes x1 on the spot with the staff in Causeway Point, I bought 3 pairs of shoe, the staff took my 3 pairs of original receipt and gave me only the receipts I exchange. Probably the staff act blurr and took the receipts and kept it in the counter, after going off than realised by the time it’s too late to recovered. Only receipt #xxxxxxx number at least. Hope that the improvement for this won’t happen to another customers again. Thanks.

Place was good but not as good as expected. Limited range of clothing for both genders, queue was not properly marked out, fitting room had long queues and the place was too squeezy to move around. Other than that, service was good.

It was a 风和日丽 kind of day and I was getting ready to go out. Slipping on my new dress that I bought from Cotton On (the Woven Petite Brodie V- Neck Midi Dress in green), my face was brimming with confidence and excitement even though, somewhere at the back of my mind, there was a gnawing feeling that itched in my head -the feeling of distrust against Cotton On which, according to my friends, isn't exactly renowned for their clothing quality. However ominous it was, I foolishly brushed it away, justifying it with the mirror reflection I see of myself wearing the dress, which looked great. While outside, I began to notice miniscule holes creeping out along the seams of my dress. It seemed to have a little trouble holding onto my bloated stomach after a mala meal. Understandable, I told myself, because my stomach had the habit of bloating itself to an uncomfortable degree after a heavy meal. While the questionable clothing quality was showing itself, I swiftly dismissed it, because through my rose-tinted lens, the red flags had become just flags. But besides this, nothing out of the ordinary crept up. The outing went well, and I had taken a few pictures with my friends as memento. However, on my way back, I received a grim and startling reminder of the dress’s questionable quality. I downloaded the photos that were taken hours before, and to my absolute, utter, sheer horror, I noticed how sheer my dress was, to the point where I could SEE the safety pants I was wearing IN THE PHOTO. Embarrassment coursed through my veins, and behind my mask was a flushed face, as I realised how my safety pants could be seen in almost EVERY PICTURE. The reason why I did not notice this when I was still in the process of getting ready was because of the lighting difference between my dimly-lit room and the sunlight-filled environment I took the pictures in. While my friends had claimed that they couldn’t see my safety pants when I was hanging out with them, their reassurance was a band-aid to a bullet hole of shame and mortification; I couldn’t help but think how many people could actually see through my dress. The blame was on me; I knew the dress was trouble, I knew Cotton On was trouble, I just chose to blatantly ignore the warning signs in exchange for the instant gratification of wearing a new piece of clothing outside. Now, I have to pay for my actions; my dignity, my pride, my self-esteem crumbled like a house of cards in the face of a wind. As I wallowed in shame, a quote from the Lion King flashed across my mind, “The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.” Motivated, I knew that I was to reflect and learn from this incident. Regardless, the humiliation that I was facing meant that I couldn’t look at this matter with an objective eye. The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt. The dress was originally priced for $40 (I bought it when it was on a 50% discount). Essentially, without the sale, customers pay $40 for a wardrobe malfunction. WHAT IN THE FAST FASHION CAPITALISM IS THIS? This dress was overpriced due to the greed of profit-maximising firms, but poorly-made due to the mistreatment of fast fashion factory workers. And I had contributed to the cycle by supporting the brand. We live in a society. Overall, this incident gave me a surge of motivation to actually succeed in life and make bank so that I would no longer have to purchase from Cotton On and other fast-fashion companies, that I have the financial power to advocate for clothing sustainability, and that I would give myself a safety net in ensuring such wardrobe malfunctions would never happen on me again.

staff were really friendly! i have never been greeted/welcomed into a cotton on before but the girls here greeted me chirpily today! so nice of them! give them raises!