Dear Yoga Pants,
As you well know, I have a drawer dedicated to housing you and all of your splendor. Therefore, this letter is perhaps a bit superfluous; but when you love something as much as I love you, it feels good to reaffirm your feelings from time to time. You really are quite special to me you know.
It seems like only yesterday that your butt shaping magic came into my life. There you were, looking like an ordinary pair of black pants. Little did I know that years later our love would multiply into many, many more pairs: capri- length, a neon green waist band, shiny material, heavy material, a blue and white waist band, and so many other necessary variations. I honestly never expected that I’d need you so much and in so great an assortment.
Others look at you and see a pant fit for exercise, but I know you for so much more. Pajama pants? Sure, you’re ever so comfy. A trip to the grocery store? Absolutely, everyone will look at me and know I’m one active, cool chick just in from some groovy meet-up where we discussed aligning our chakras and the benefits of juicing. A wedding? I say, maybe. After all, when paired with a dressy tank and some heels, no one would be the wiser. Cleaning the house? Washing the car? Whoa, let’s not get carried away. Only if we’re talking about the faded pair from the Gap. I won’t risk my Lululemons meeting with some harsh, damaging cleaning products.
And speaking of Lulu, I’m even okay with the fact that you somehow improved upon your damn near perfect self and then charged me $100 for the new, improved you. Way to step up your game. I didn’t think your butt-lifting, leg slenderizing skills could get much better; I’ll admit I was wrong.
So keep being you. I’m hooked. You are a savior to girls everywhere who feel like throwing on a pair of sweats, but know there is a far superior choice.
Hopelessly Devoted to Your Enchanted Fibers,
Yes, you really did just read an open letter to yoga pants. And I meant every word of it (aside from wearing them to a wedding….maybe). They really are a perfect piece of clothing. I’m only a bit embarrassed about the number I own and my infatuation with those damn sorcerers out of Canada. Luckily, last month I found a company called Ellie that offers some really cool choices for a lot less. I wanted to give them a test drive before I started raving about their wares. Well folks, they passed inspection.
**Here’s the part of the post where I’m torn about promoting a company. It feels like a smidgen of a departure from this blog’s intent, but screw it; sharing is caring right?**
Fit is great, choices are fun, and the price can’t be beat. Their monthly fashion club membership allows an outfit a month for under half the cost of one pair of pants from Lulu And they stack up pretty well in comparison! So if you’re hooked on the feeling only a pair of awesome yoga pants can provide, go check them out. The banner below will save you 20% off your first order. And I promise dear followers that this blog is not turning into a company mouth piece. I really have to adore something to even consider promoting it.
Stay positive & love your life!
Listening to: Royal Teeth – Waiting For You
Eating: left over pasta
Reading: “The Ballad of Helene Troy” by Lance Burson Go check out his blog at: My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
Random fact: I don’t remember the last time I wore yoga pants while practicing actual yoga. Time to get back into it. Running and lifting are hell on your flexibility.