On the 12th day of December, yoga gave to me four singing bowls. . . { three sneaky gassers } { two melted hearts } { and a yoga studio made of cake + candy } Please resist the urge to toss your panties onstage....
Sir Mix-A-Lot once uttered those great and powerful words (“Cause I’m long, and I’m strong, and I’m down to get the friction on!” – Baby Got Back). Not in relation to his yoga mat, per se, but I feel his wisdom transcends. I have a few yoga mat principles and...
Ever since I was little, I’ve been a nail polish fiend. It’s the girliest thing about me. I’m equal parts clotheshorse + tomboy. My yogini toes are never naked — I’ve always got sparkle, brightness, and shine on them. Think about how many times you look at your toes in...
The things I’m lusting after this week … in a completely non-attached way, of course: prAna dahlia top { delightfully breezy } satya rai tie-dye scarf { yum } zoya gabrielle nail polish { formaldehyde-free } havaianas flip flops { here comes spring } omgirl super tee { street +...
I’ve been practicing this awesomeness called yoga for a very long time. I like to think I have a solid idea of what I’m doing. I need to come clean, though, and say that sometimes my ego really gets in my way. I’m learning to say, “Ego! Take thyself away,...