Dear Yoga Pants,
I really love you. I love you in ways that I have never loved any other item of clothing (besides tights, of course). I love the way you cover my bottom half in your stretchy comforts, and I love the way you sit low and snug on my hips. I love your tiny little flare at the bottom that looks oh so wonderful with flip flops and silver flats. I love your blackness and your often times patterned waistband. I love that I can sleep in you, and I love that I can also semi dress you up and wear you to work if I cover my bum with a long cardigan. I love that I can buy you at TJ Maxx and Marshall’s for $16.99 or less ($16.99 is my limit, but you are always worth every one of those 1,699 pennies). Do you hate that I own approximately a dozen of you, yet I never actually yoga? I understand that I am misusing your loveliness, but I wanted to let you know that your patience with me has paid off. Tonight, I shall yoga. And I am really counting on you to be there with me, embracing my inflexible limbs and assisting me in looking fabulous in your stretch cotton/lycra/spandexyness. Thank you for being so absolutely wonderful.
Forever Yours,
Tess
5 comments:
You're silly! I hope you enjoy yoga-ing. Are you going to try your DVD or go to a class? Remember to eat more than yogurt and broccoli when you're working out. Do you need me to teach you how to stuff your face? I'm good at it!
Oh, girl - I've got the face stuffing handled. I'd be pleased to practice it with you though! I'm taking Pi/Yo tonight at Dowd. I wish you could join me. XO.
DO not get the giggles and get kicked out of class. That happened to me once when I went to yoga with my daughter!
Was that with Tessa or me? I don't think I could handle a public yoga class!
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