This shop is for people who are serious about looking serious when seriously working out but Lulumelon doesn't do my kind of customer service. It's a bit confronting buying Lycra at the best of times - I don't need testing on my knowledge of the stuff too...
"Do you know about our polywafflewafflelycratastic pants?" asked the chirpy American.
"No" was my startled reply. "I'm just browsing." She gave me wounded look like I'd just sat on her puppy, so I let her tell me about it. I made a selection then shuffled off to the changing rooms
"How are you today" said indentikit chirpy American. "What's your name?"
"Helen." I responded. She smiled briefly and widely as she wrote my name on a chalkboard outside my booth. I swear I could hear her scratch the phrase "Not a Zero" on the board as I entered.
"Helllleeeennnn," came the cry but seconds later. She knew my name, I couldn't pretend I hadn't heard her. My muffled response should have confirmed I was trapped but I checked the door to stop her from coming in cupping my boobs into the top.
As I left hot and flustered she asked 'How are they Helen, will you take them Helen?" I had nowhere to run and anyway I wasn't wearing the right outfit.
I did actually buy a rather fetching running skirt that makes me appear to have a bottom - so top points for that but the service is way too upbeat and intense - it's verging on cultish!
The mantras adorning the windows and the fact that they do free yoga on Sunday (9.30 to 10.30am) and Thursday 7.00am to 8.00am is all well and good but seriously it's trying a bit too hard. read more