a weekend happy indeed. it started a day early, thursday afternoon, on PCH….literally. a visit to my friend mary jo matsumoto’s trunk show for her fabulous handbags {many of which i’m lucky to carry}, where i shopped, gabbed and gushed over her...
during my yoga teacher training i’ve opened my eyes, jupiter-wide, to the different styles of teachers out there {not just yoga}. i’ve observed at various studios and gyms where i take classes and i have witnessed the vast differences in carriage and care...
good morning to you m’loves, have you recovered from a night of treats and tricks? last night mr. goodbar and i went tantric. which means i’ll now be working the trapeze silhouette all damn week. typically november is one of my favorite months. it, at...
monday morning beautiful to you m’loves. tell me, did the weekend compass your happy-map? friday through sunday we had a house full of sick, and a calendar clad in iron. even the beast started to adopt our mopey behavior. all three of us grumped around the house...
i can officially eat crow. my faithful readers, i apologize for the whiny drivel i’ve subjected you to over the passed year. crow pose is no longer my bête noire. now, not so fast with the “congratulations” and the “i knew you could do...
today i have an audition for yoga-girl…or rather yoga~instructor~girl. should be a no-brainer. i’m a girl {woman? lady? broad? gal?} i am an instructor:….pilates, spin, barre, some yoga, very little yoga actually, but i do take yoga. sort of. let me...
