Creepy. Too big, too bright, too efficient. Too many products I don't understand, much less need. Like that weird buffing machine I think was designed for at-home microdermabrasion. Um, no.
Anyway.
Ulta carries a magical face wash that brought my Phoenix-hating skin back from the brink. And all in all, it ain't that bad.
A trip to Ulta is better than....
- The scary-looking Barbie Doll/gothed-out/skanktastic girls at MAC.
- The hordes of middle-aged-and-up ex-housewives hawking Clinique at Macy's.
- The line-out-the-door, crazy-fucking-busy Sephora.
- The scary glitter-fueled cosmetics aisle at Target.
- The decaying Sally Beauty Supply staffed by your grandma.
Just don't make me stay any more than five minutes.