In the past two years of travel and freelance writing from home, I’ve become bit of a hobo.
The thing is, I live for comfort. I do love fashion and I do love dressing up, but after leaving the office world behind, my life kinda fell into “I’m gonna wear pyjamas all day at my kitchen table until it’s time to go to the gym and then I shall swap for sweat pants” disrepair.
I’m okay with that. In fact, I’ve witnessed a natural evolution of fashion: I’ve turned sporty. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve found myself embarrassed to be wearing cropped gym pants on my Contiki trip while the other ladies donned designer wear. Active wear is now my go-to travel wardrobe.
Initially, I bought gym clothes that were the cheapest available. $5 cotton pants? HELL YEAH! All things considered, I’m still pretty cheap. I tend to buy my leggings at Costco, after all.
Shirts with built-in shelf bras? Be still, my heart.
But now I strive for quality, and it’s always the yoga pants that win me over. When I put on yoga pants, I enter a state of transcendent peace. My ass feels great. My ass LOOKS great. I can climb mountains, hike Signal Hill, jump over boulders, and arm wrestle a bear.
But let’s get this straight: I was never a “lululemon” girl. I don’t buy into that cult and I didn’t have any particularly favourite brands.
And then I was asked to review lucy activewear’s Walkabout Pant.
When the postman showed up with the package, I shoved him back out the door and stripped down to my underwear in the porch to try them on.
I was thrown off by the internal draw cord and the zipper at first. How could such a thing be comfortable? But they fit like a glove, with every curve flattered and every flaw downplayed. I practiced my squats, touched my toes, danced around the room like I was wearing NOTHING. Just a thin piece of fabric between me and the outside world! Oh glorious yoga pants! I envisioned myself at a yoga retreat in India, suddenly made flexible with the sheer willpower of perfect pants. Doing headstands and bridge poses like nothin’.
Would they stand the Ultimate Sit Test of eight consecutive hours in front of my computer, a process by which I calculate my comfort- to-rage ratio for future long stretches of travel? YES! They passed with flying colours! I even poured some water on my crotch to test their water-resistant and quick-drying capabilities. My crotch remained as dry as a desert.
The one thing these pants failed to do, however, is make me better at yoga.
But there, you can’t have it all.
Thanks lucy activewear, for making me understand the importance of quality active wear. I will gladly drink the yoga pant cult Kool-Aid just to buy more.