A Walkin' Talkin' Stereotype.

Now, keep in mind that I've always tried to be sort of an "individual" and I think I have worked very hard at cultivating my own sense of style. I think I've done a bang-up job of it too! About 80% of the time when I look at my outfits in the mirror, I think I look totally rad. (Except for sometimes when I go to work... goddamn business casual wear can be kind of repressive at times.)

So why, after such hard work and all those hours of intense shopping have I thrown it all away? Why, all of the sudden, have I become my own worst NIGHTMARE??? I'll tell you why. All it takes to explain the collapse of my fashion empire is but one word...

Lululemon.

Those BASTARDS have ruined EVERYTHING for me!!! All because I found out that they have a factory outlet. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am powerless to the magnetic pull of a factory outlet. Hell, I don't even CARE what they sell there, but if I can get it for half price, you're damn right I want to hear about it!

So naturally, I was very taken with this whole Lululemon Outlet deal. I finally went on Saturday, and I will admit, I kinda lost it. I tried on everything. And I loved every minute of it. And I bought 2 pairs of pants. And now I am ashamed.

Yes, I, Sarah... your fearless leader, have become a yoga pants wearer. Next thing you know I'll be moving to Kits and pissing off the people at Starbucks with my ridiculous requests for my morning latte which I would like to have heated to a particular temperature and such. A walking talking Vancouver stereotype.

There is one positive thing that has come out of this whole thing. The pants are effing COMFY and they make my ass look great! So you can all sleep better at night knowing that. I know I will.

Plus, I totally don't even do yoga. So really, by wearing the pants for non-yoga related activities I'm actually being totally punk rock, if you really think about it. It's like I'm flipping the bird to the yoga establishment. That is so effing hardcore!!











These are my pants. We have a love/hate relationship.



I promise, I won't ever sell out. Not officially anyways. Maybe just for like, a month at a time if the money's good. Thanks for understanding.

But my ass really does look nice in them.