Try to hold back the gasps, Ladies, but it turns out I don’t really like Lululemon clothes.
Let me explain myself before you decide whether or not to be my friend anymore.
The clothes sold at Lululemon are quite lovely. I love what they’ve singlehandedly done to yogawear and workout wear and I often find myself admiring a pant/sweatshirt/bag style that I see people sporting, and I can’t deny that they do great things for some not-so-great butts (mine especially).
But these clothes are expensive – really expensive – and I’ve recently come to decide that I don’t really think they are worth it, especially when you can buy equally lovely yogawear from other retailers at 1/4 price and have them be almost as functional.
After I bought my Lulus, I treated them like good china or the fancy towels in bathrooms, you know, the ones you only use on special occasions. I was too afraid to wreck them…and I’m careful with them. I wash them the way the perky girl at the counter explained I should and I never, ever, ever put them in the dryer (advice from the girl behind me in line who was decked out from head to toe in Lululemon and and carrying 5 more pairs of pants up to the cashier).
But the material just just annoys me. What is their name for it? Luon. Right. Their matte finish (made to feel like cotton) just collects pet hair and debris (you should have seen me after I emerged from the woods at the dogpark yesterday after trudging through last fall’s dead leaves) and will attract a particle of dust/dirt from anywhere in the room and send it sailing my way at unstopable speeds, only to permanently attach itself to my pants. And no, one of those rolly, sticky brushes does not remove it. I’ve tried. The pet hair and dust embeds itself forcing me to pull each one off one at a time, something I have no time or tolerance for. And what’s worse is that they seem to come out of the washer looking as covered in crap as when they went in. Is it just me? Can I be the only one who has pets AND Lulus?
They haven’t lost me forever. Not yet. But for now, paying over $100 for a pair of pants I don’t want to wear 5 minutes after I put them on for fear of looking like I rolled around the floor at PetSmart before I got to my destination just doesn’t make sense to me. Perhaps their scientists could come up with an anti-fuzz guard formula for their Luon. Then they’d have me at hello.