I took an early flight this morning and the thing that kept me entertained was a small group of fellow travelers. Two moms and their daughters who were probably nine or ten. All four were dressed in Lululemon from headband to cropped yoga pants. (Perhaps they were headed off for a mother/daughter yoga retreat?) Anyway, as they went through security, the girls unloaded a vast collection of gels and liquids from their bags. There are hotels without as many gels and liquids as those girls were packing. Between them they probably had a hundred and twenty prohibited items. Their mothers remained cheery, so did the security people, even when it started to look like a good bet that the girls might be carrying camping fuels and perhaps some cute Lululemon handguns in their pieces of carry-on luggage.
Suddenly, Lululemon, which might fit well and be of good quality, but nevertheless gives me a queasy feeling, is cute again.
Oh yeah, and my luggage was overweight because of excess sausages. But that's another story.