Ain't No Party Like an Arm Party




Post fake birthday blues? Nothing a few bangles won't cure. 

Lately I've been really into mixing ridiculously mismatched bracelets like peach&grey + gold + teal&brown. Whether or not it works is debatable, but for someone who once had a strict no bracelet policy, I think it is a lovely change. 

I hope you had fun pretending it was your birthday and possibly popped some champagne. I'm honored by how many people wished me happy fake birthday. 

I think I should do this more often.

But seriously. 

This could get out of hand.

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the flossy, flossy

Do you ever have those days where you're feeling slightly less excited than usual? Not boredom - because that denotes a lack of busyness - but possibly less stimulated? I've arrived at this Wednesday a little less buzzy than usual, approaching my to do list with a lesser than multiple evils attitude.

What's the deal? I don't think I'm alone either. It seems everyone is busy with a side of blahs. I *think* it has to do with all of the anticipation for next weeeek - we're just so excited for the Four Day Fourth week ahead that we're forgetting to enjoy this lovely end of June.

And so. On this June 27 day, I shall live like it is my birthday. (And you should too!)

When I lived with Hannah, we liked to pretend it was our birthdays all the time, which included keeping both of our Happy Birthday banners hung all the time (see here), drinking champagne even when we weren't celebrating (unless you count the Bachelor as a celebration), and pretending calories don't count with random midweek cupcakes.

I'm fairly certain these actions will put the pep right into my step today.

I'll let you know it goes!

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it's here!

 
Last night at yoga, in honor of the solstice, we participated in the biannual tradition of 180 sun salutations. The entire thing takes 3 hours, and we only had about 100 minutes, but we did what we could during that time.

When we started the class and he told us what we'd be doing, I was kind of annoyed. Really craving a hard workout, I was frustrated that we were just going to repeat salutations A, B and C, considering they're normally a warmup.

I stand corrected.

It was so incredibly hard; there was a point when I wasn't sure I would make it through. My entire body is rocked with soreness today. I left the class feeling exhausted, detoxed and centered.

When I got home, I talked to my favorite yogi and friend forever, Katie, who told me she'd recently been in a class and the instructor closed by saying: You're living your dreams - don't miss it!

And I thought it was just a lovely way to start this Friday and first full summer weekend ahead.

I hope your weekend is dreamy!
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