So a while back I entered a giveaway posted on Skinny Runner's blog. In exchange for donating $5 to someone's NYC Marathon charity of choice, which was one that has caught my attention in the past: Back on My Feet, you were entered to win a $150 gift certificate to Lululemon.
|For lemons, not melons|
Well, not me. Anymore.
I donated $30 to the charity of choice, because, frankly, I really like that charity. It actually started in Philly, and it motivates homeless people to be active physically, which in turn, helps them get other things in order in their live.
So my $30 gave me 5 extra chances, and by chance, I won!
I carefully stalked my prey, and waited for the right opportunity to strike their new store at Suburban Square, which is ever so convenient to my shopping schedule (which would be in between the hour at the gym and the last 15 minutes of my time before preschool pick-up where I stuff my face with at least 400 calories.)
I got the thickest pair of running leggings they have, a sports bra [which would be the second one I've ever bought myself outside of discount stores and Costco], and a loose tank. I ended up spending a little extra (so read: that's more than $150 total) to "complete" an outfit there.
The pants were also intended for everyday use under my new Christmas boots I was fantasizing about. Oh yeah, you know the ones: the ever sexy arch-correcting Dansko's.
The pants pretty much slid off my a$$ from the beginning. I thought I just needed to give them a good run in the Winter weather.
No, they did not like that. I was tugging them up the entire time. Um, isn't this what spandex is for??
And no, I did not wash them with fabric softener to compromise their stretch integrity, little miss checker-outer who reminded me of this caveat.
"They're like the perfect pants as LONG as you don't wash them incorrectly!! tee hee!!"
[she literally said tee hee.]They were like that from the first wear, and believe me, that is VERY difficult to separate special items from my regular six loads of laundry per week.
Around where the boots zip, plenty of pilling.
Is it me? Is it my round booty? My bulbous calves? Well, shouldn't you accomodate us curvy ladies who like to sweat, too?
The bra chafed. TWICE. And it wasn't even hot and sweaty out. And it's definitely not true to size. I get my sweethearts sized regularly, and I KNOW what my size is. Yes, I believe I was "making it work" in the store, but, then again, sports bras are normally on the tight side, no? Yes.
The tank is nothing-ness. For $50. ON SALE. But again, I just wanted to 'complete' the outfit. I imagined this would be perfect in spin class, as you get super hot and sweaty, but don't want to just strip to your sports bra. [Especially not if it's a Lululemon one.]
So, nakedness, then. They're selling draped naked-ness. With their brand on it.
Sorry, charlie, you're outs in my book! Now when I see women in the gym wearing complete Lululemon outfits I think,
"See ya suckers!"
[don't you wish I would tell that story so you'd know what that phrase is all about??!]
[I will, I will...]