Friday Flashback: me and the pants
Friday, July 27, 2012 at 08:43AM A year ago precisely, I was up at Squaw Valley for Wanderlust, a big yoga festival. And I'm so not a festival person. But still I had a really, really great time, possibly because I was hanging out with people I adore and practicing and laughing all day -- it really was like yoga summer-camp, so much fun. Even then, a year ago, I was already suffering from the ache that would turn into the herniated disc. I already had the beginnings of that nasty nerve pain but, typically, I didn't let it stop me. And I'm still obsessed with the pants, especially now that I'm fatter than ever, sidelined from my mat since December and forced to do nothing in order to heal from back surgery. Which is probably what makes it so fun for me to re-visit where I was last July, changing outfits and scribbling blog posts in Squaw Village between kick-ass classes with Amy Ippoliti, super happy and so much fitter.
It's all yoga though, right -- asana or nah-sana. Dude, when I make my triumphant comeback, I am so going to rock it, gently at first but then all the way back to handstand and dropbacks. I can't wait, but I'm learning to wait -- and oh, the waiting is the hardest practice of all.
In the meantime, let's hang out on July 30, 2011. Enjoy!
Recently I invested in four new pairs of yoga pants in a larger size -- as chronicled here a little more than a week ago. It occurred to me as I was writing and posting that particular piece, that I have a thing about the pants. Seriously. An early post I did for Elephant Journal, Retiring the Porno Pants, got quite some traction and was, naturally, about pants. And just by the way, the only reason it got click-throughs was because of the deliberate use of "porno" in the title. More pantsaria ensued in Personal Spanda. And now I'm about to do it again.
What is it with me and the pants?
The sad truth is that the larger yoga pants of which I bought four pairs over the past two weeks are actually too big for me. Yes, I realized today that though they are capacious enough in the ass, they are too big at the hip, resulting in a different set of issues than previous pants presented. Damn it.
It's freakin' ridiculous.
I am back in my room between classes and grateful that I didn't bring only the voluminous pants, but also two pairs of my older, smaller bottoms. Thank goodness for that, and for the ability to bust out a costume change between classes, allowing me also to change into my new t-shirt.
I really love yoga summer camp.
Did I mention there is so much retail here, so many opportunities to buy clothes and books and malas and yoga-related stuff. Also, naturally, many many opportunities for feather hair extensions and even a booth where they will either assist or instruct you in how to "artfully" cut up your t-shirt. It's a little bit Disneyland for me -- you know, in that way that people go to Disneyland and walk around in the mouse-ears cap with their name embroidered on the back. They'll never wear those ears again, outside the park, but damn it if they don't have to have them. That's how it is for me with some of the garb being sold here, feathers included. Every Cancun needs its corn-rows, apparently. I warned you: I can't resist the Wandersnark even as I am loving it, loving it, loving it so much. Like all things, it is not without its less-shining aspects.
Wait, back to the costume change. I'm out of the YogaDork t-shirt for the moment, and into my new Rock the Bhakti shirt, Sianna's creation. Loving it.
And my old smaller purple pants right now.
But really, what's with me and the pants? I'm thinking about it, but meanwhile, heading out to grab some juice and check out more stuff and make my way back to the Anusara Pavilion for noon-time class with Amy Ippoliti. Hopefully I'll get a spot in the shade, but either way, I'm rocking the right bottoms.
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Reader Comments (1)
When you get the pants thing figured out, let me know. I am also looking for the perfect pair.