My plan of action: Leggings (fitted throughout the leg, no flare action), a sports bra or two and maybe a good tank or big gym bag if one caught my eye. I found the 28 (!) bins that claimed to hold sports bras in my size. I started digging, unearthing plenty of swim suit tops, bottoms, booty shorts.... and one purple sports bra in my size. Not my first color choice, but who cares. It's a sports bra.
Next, on to the leggings. Four racks stuffed with pants in my size. I found the three pairs of fitted, cropped pants amongst hundreds of their flared friends-- akin to finding a needle in a lycra-spandex haystack. They all were discounted to $49 (normally $72 - 92), but maybe not exactly in the colors I'd normally gravitate toward. I grabbed all three to try on.
Lastly, I walked through the tops section, which was populated with so many horribly ugly options it was almost laughable. It was as if Beetlejuice/Robin Thicke's wardrobe had a baby with a yoga instructor. I found one awesome plain black t-shirt, and a neon green tank with some sort of built-in bra (both $39... yeah, yeah I know. Expensive shirts).
All sales were final, so I decided to try on my finds. Oh m'gosh, the wait for the huge, communal changing room (on its own, 15 minutes is nothing; but I'd already waited over an hour to get in). One of the pairs of leggings actually enhanced my cellulite, so I ditched those.
I ended up with one pair of leggings, a bra, and two tops. Obviously, I had to buy some things to make my wait worth the while (ah, psychology!). I whizzed by their gym bag selection. They about 300 bags to choose from... trouble is, they were all pastel pink. Gross.
Guess what happened next?! I waited in line for another 20 minutes to check out. When I finally got to the cashier, she asked:
"Well... Did ya have So. Much. Fun?!"
I know she was just trying to be nice and all, and did my best not to be a bitch, but HELLO! I just waited in line for two hours to buy slightly discounted yoga clothes in colors/styles I'm not sure I'd normally buy. Granted, I chose to be there. But "fun" was pushing it. I told her in my best no-frills, plain jane voice, "Eh, not really, but thanks for asking." I ended up spending about $150 and I am pretty happy with my purchases.
Would I recommend the lululemon warehouse sale? Depends, and I really mean this next thing without a hint of sarcasm. The sale is perfect for people who love big retail to-dos (like early morning Black Friday stuff). It's also great for people who care more about a brand than they care about fit (I was like this at one point in my life; it was awkward). It's also great for really generous and patient adults who want to get their favorite tween/teen/college-aged kid/31-year-old blogger friend a decent gift. I'd also recommend it to people who have the time, energy and brainpower to hang at the sale and check out restocked racks.
I, however, don't really fall into any of those categories currently. Therefore, I don't think I'd do the sale again. Sadly, I'd rather pay full price and save on time (and get exactly what I want).
Could I even possibly end this post without including a fashion shoot?