Pattern & Print Remix

Top: J. Crew; Skinnies: 7 For All Mankind; Shoes: Enzo Angiolini;

Necklace: Francesca's; Bracelet: Juicy Couture; Ring: JewelMint;

Belt: NastyGal; Clutch: Rebecca Minkoff

Apologies for my awful hair. I really need a cut. It's split-end central over here!

IT'S SUNNY TODAY! I was so happy that I brought out the neon and paired it with some leopard :) I'm in one of those nothing-can-make-me-mad moods since I depart for another mini-vacay after work. Ahhh mountainous bliss! Mama Biggs and I both have a good feeling about smuggling Jubelale through the airport today (keep us in your thoughts peeps!). 

In other news, A and I did hot yoga again last night and I almost died. I'm not kidding. The instructor was super intense and every time A started to reach for her towel or water bottle the instructor would say, "and resist the temptation to grab your towel . . . or water." Like pssshhhh, lady please! Seriously? I can't NOT get my towel when I am drowning in my own sweat. YUCK. Tuesday's instructor was way better. And now my right forearm is sore today. MY FOREARM people! I mean, really? My Lord . . . 

Okay, enough rambling. If you're in the Seattle area, I hope you're doing something fabulous this weekend to celebrate the sunshine. If you're one of my Cali peeps, continue enjoying what you already have ;) I leave you with a photo of Jubie, refusing to let his mama pack last night:

"Mommyyyyy, can I come with?!"

Why, YES Jubelale! Yes you can :)

Pink + Orange

Top: Collective Concepts; Blazer: The Limited; Skinnies: Hudson;

Shoes: Zara; Bag: Kate Spade; Ring: JewelMint; Bracelet: Juicy Couture;

Necklace: Francesca's; Nails: Penelope by Julep

 Pops of pink and glimpses of gold . . .

 Bundled for braving the cold!

Pashmina: Purchased in Scotland; Coat: Gap

So yeah . . . I kinda liked it. Hot yoga, that is. I will admit that I was minorly alarmed when I walked into the studio to find peoples' mats only inches apart from one another, the lights significantly dimmed, and candles (?!?!) lining the outer edges of the room. Like open flame in a yoga studio?! What if I fall face first while doing eagle pose (or whatever that one is called where you balance on one leg) and end up permanently burned from a horrific yoga accident?! 

Ok, so thankfully that didn't happen. However, I definitely was surprised with how well I did considering I haven't stretched in months and danced in years (sad face). I was able to retain my balance quite well while still engaging my core under very intense heat. I don't even want to know how hot it got in there because I would probably faint from just hearing the number. I was literally swimming in my own sweat. Not sure I've ever seen my kneecaps sweat before but believe me, they do! Also, when you think you can't sweat anymore, you do, and the sweat just keeps piling on top of itself until all that you can really do is just shake your head so the sweat doesn't fall into your eyes and blur your vision.

The instructor was very good and went fast enough where I wasn't bored or in too much pain at any one point. So if you're in the Seattle area, I suggest you visit Urban Yoga Spa. OR, you can read and follow my blog and I'll bring you in as my friend for a free trial (wink::wink::). Because I'm going to sign up now and make 2 days of my week consist of this:

    Water Bottle: Unknown; Gym bag: Nike via Nordstrom; 

Align Yoga Mat: Lululemon; Necessary Post-Yoga Sustenance: Clif Mojo Bar

Happy Hump Day from

Pretty in Pink!

Bring on Spring

Blouse: J. Crew; Skirt: Express: Belt: NastyGal; Shoes: Jessica Simpson;

Bangle: Alexis Bittar; Ring: Gifted;  Studs: Nordstrom;

Hair Piece: J. Crew; Lips: Ruby Woo by MAC

 This look is entirely too sultry for a Tuesday morning . . . 

my apologies!

Cheers to the First Day of Spring! Not in Seattle though, because wouldn't you know, it's gray, gray, gray, with no chance of sunshine. Bah humbug! To spruce up the day I'm getting a mani at Julep this afternoon and probably popping into J. Crew to buy something wonderful and (most likely) sparkly. Tonight, however, I'm doing something that I don't really believe in. 

At all. 

YOGA. 

Yikes. And not just any type of yoga. The hot kind. Like the really really sweltering kind that makes your body shrivel up because it sweats out all the water. My dear petite, blonde, skinny, and adorable friend A invited me to her studio since she is allowed to bring a friend for free. I have to say (embarrassingly), I have always been somewhat intrigued by hot yoga. But people get so obsessed with it that it always turns me away from trying. But now I am trying it and I will probably become obsessed. And then I'll have to remove all my yoga-hating language from this blog and Facebook. Lame

In other news, Jubelale tried to show me how it's done last night.

Not sure what this pose is called . . .

   

Do YOU do hot yoga?

Wish me luck!

I Don't Believe in Yoga

Because it is slow, boring, and ridiculously dark inside the room. Not to mention that most people who partake in yoga are pretentious bitches who walk around with their stupid mats and what is supposedly their super-slimming, icky looking drink of wheat grass and whey protein with a look on their face that says, "I don't have to walk around the gym with shoes on because I'm on my way to do yoooooooooooga (pronounce as though Stewie from 'Family Guy' is saying it)." Believe me, I'm a fan of staying in shape, however what I am NOT a fan of is a lady standing at the front of the room who is not nearly in as good of shape as she should be, telling me to morph myself into a hideously painful looking position, all the while trying to remain on one foot. I absolutely CANNOT take instruction from someone who claims to be an avid gym-goer but does not convey such in body shape. There was once a girl on my dance team in college who was on the heavier side (yeah, yeah props to her for joining, blah . . blah . . blah) and thought she was the shit (which is why I am allowed to hate and bitch about her). She actually LEAD us in sit-ups multiple times in practice and I refused to follow her instruction. Her mid-section was total flab. WHY in God's name would I want to do what you're doing if you fricken look like THAT?! No thank you. So I did my own sit-ups. MY WAY.

Anyway, actual yoga go-ers are people that mix this form of strengthening with lifting, cardio, and weight training. However, I think the vast majority of people who go to yoga consist of individuals that are too lazy to get their ass in gear for 30 minutes on the eliptical and instead are convinced that lunging in one position for a good two minutes will conceivably burn just as many calories. Not true people. If you really want to lose weight and tone up, follow yoga up with weights and cardio- then you'll stop wondering why the F your body still looks like crap. Also- I bet you Tyra Banks does yoga. And Tyra is in my 'Top Five List of People I Absolutely Hate.' So there again is another justification of why yoga is stupid.

P.S. For those who have read the 'Dear Little Gay Asian Man' post in the past, he DOES still go to my gym and just yesterday was doing a headstand in little orange shorts when I walked into the stretching room. BARF.