lulu me some pants or cult


 i went into lululemon for the first time ever today. this girl in the yoga teacher training works there and she wears great pants all the time.

(my pants are not really fitting me anymore. strange. i wore pants that i haven't worn in over year since the first week of purchase, and pants i keep around in the hopes of fitting into them someday...
someday has come)

my body wants to be reclothed so bad.
[Last night cousin ella gave me one of our deceased auntie's cashmere sweaters. it's this perfect pink sweater. i can't wait to wear it :)
i've been wanting a pair of basic black pumps to wear for work and casual and Last week roommate piya found a bag by the train station with hardly used shoes. she said the bag sat there for about 4 hours. she kept the jimmy choos and gave the aldo's to me (which was exactly what i wanted at the time ]

anyway back at the pants. i really want pants that fit me proper. (i want to have more pride in my appearance and establish fluid boundaries for ego).

so this girl inspired me to go into lululemon after training today (which was amazing because we focused on shoulder anatomy all day and worked on head and shoulder stands, and learned some tricks with the strap).

the store was super busy. saturday. i looked like a confused hermaphrodite and tried some pants on. they actually put number sizes on their stretch pants, and there isn't much variety in the colors and pattern's of the pants, so then it's easier for people outside of the store to identify where the pants came from (in my opinion).
i spent $98.99+9.5% sales tax on these pants.
they looked good, super comfy, hopefully they will be warm. biked home excited to wear these "hott" pants (these are yoga/running pants) and how my life will change, or at least present my booty in a flattering light.

got home; put on the pants, lipstick, and cowgirl boots; then hopped in the mini van to pick up an early 1900's wrought iron bed frame from a lady who closed down her refurbished furniture shop and trying liquidate the left overs.

get home, put the bed frame together (wrought iron frames are durable, sanitary, and convenient). this bed is kind of creepy but that' sort of why i like it. right now i want utility and aesthetic.

i look down at the new pants 4 hours after experiencing them, to find that the stitching on the right leg is coming out. seriously i just spent $98.99+9.5% sales tax on those pants and with less than 5 hours of wearing them.

went online to find out more about the company. i've personally heard people say great things about the clothing and the store but i wanted another source other than their business website.

found reviews for lululemon at http://www.glassdoor.com/Reviews/lululemon-Reviews-E42589.htm

long story short: i think lululemon is a cult (by cult i mean organized regimen)

tomorrow i'm returning the pants and i'll maybe i'll wear the perfect pink sweater ;)


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