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Showing posts with label Blake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blake. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Om wearing BLAKE BRODY yoga shoes…

and I like it.

For those of you playing along at home I AM still in the mode of saying ‘no thank you‘ to most offers for product reviews.

As a reader it isnt what I like to typically see on blogs (Im nosy. I want your thoughts, feelings and navel-gazings) and I always assume you’re precisely as I am.

So Ive decided to say no to reviews.

Until I change my mind…as every misfit reserves the right to.

I opened the email from Blake Brody on a day where my back throbbed, my allergies raged and quite frankly I wanted nothing more than a surprise in the mail I didnt have to pay for.

And the fact said surprise would be something Id HAVE to wear to yoga in order to review (hello free motivation!!) was more than a little bonus.

You see, the Blake Brody shoes have no SOLE:

Oh. Did I mention I was a SUCKER for the HEART?

They are designed to be worn DURING yoga and, since they have no bottom beyond the gripper, misfits like I cant get em, wear em around, & never use em for yoga (greetings 99.9% of my running shoes).

The grips offer traction, ENHANCE our feets sense of the ground & allow for complete pointing and flexing freedom.

The arch of the sole-free shoe is designed based on foot mapping and helps protect against cramping while NOT hindering movement.

It’s pretty cool technology.

And did I mention I was smitten with how they looked and felt?

They were like a pretty foot-glove covered in hearts.

The Tornado as foot model. When did she get so big?!

While I loved the look & feel of the Blake Brody studio shoes my hesitation was two-fold:

Would wearing them practically announce to the class I was NOT a yogi?Would wearing them to class inhibit my ability to feel GROUNDED?  The feeling I most seek from yoga

My answers were NO and NO.

I should know myself better than to think I would care what other people thought (*cough* misfit *cough*).  I brought the shoes.  I slipped em on.  No one said a word (till after class when a few women asked where Id gotten them).

I also found they did NOT inhibit my ability to feel as though yoga was grounding me.  I didnt feel the sense of having ‘shoes on’ and more than anything wasnt distracted by the studio shoes either.**

I adored them.

What didn’t I love?

My first inclination was to say the price (they arent cheap) yet the fact Ive perused the online boutique over and over and DROOLED is an indication —at least for me—-they’re not too overpriced.

Are they necessary?

Heck no.  That said, Im all in for anything which helps me look forward to yoga in a way I dont normally.  Some of you may not need props and prod’ings—-I do. Im not there yet.

Would I recommend them?

I really would. They’d make a fantastic gift —-to a woman in your life or to me to yourself.

**I havent done hot yoga in the studio shoes yet. Im a sweater.  I wonder if I shall drown my poor lovely heart topped shoes during the 90 minutes of poses? Ill keep you posted.  The shoes are treated with anti-microbial & anti-odor so there’s that BIG saving grace…

FTC the shoes were free and a kindasorta early birthday present to me!  The yammerings of love, allergies and back owies are all my own.


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Thursday, June 7, 2012

How Blake Shelton Helped Me Take My Clothes Off (not literally, I swear, Miranda)

Sagging, bagging, wrinkles and all, I strive to love the body I occupy. I tell myself that it’s a good place to live in now, in this moment, and in every other moment past and future. I say that, I mean that, I embrace that…

…as long as my clothes are on.

When I want to de-stress, I take a bath. A long, hot bubble bath with candles and wine. I turn on my “Bath” playlist, and once everything’s assembled and the tub is filled, I quickly take off my clothes and slip under the suds.

One of the songs on the Bath playlist is Blake Shelton’s “Who Are You When I’m Not Looking?” Every time it comes on, Blake and I have a conversation.

Do you pour a little something on the rocks?

“I don’t drink the hard stuff, Blake, except a Maker’s Mark on occasion. But I confess I drink chardonnay on ice. Sometimes the boxed stuff. I’m culture with a side of pork rinds, my friend.”

Slide down the hallway in your socks?

“Well, I’m no Tom Cruise, but I do a pretty good lip sync to ‘Old Time Rock n’ Roll.’”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“Blake,” I say. “I imagine there’s a lot of freedom associated with undressing on my way to the bathroom and not in the bathroom with the door closed, lights low, and seconds before I hop in the tub.”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“I wish I could, Blake, but you see, I have this body image thing that’s hard to shake…”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“I feel pretty beat up, Blake, over this whole ‘body image’ thing. The last time I didn’t care about my body, I was in 5th grade, not yet wearing a bra and still happy to just fish bullheads out of Split Rock Creek.”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“I’ve never walked around my house in just my skivvies or less, Blake. Why, you ask? Do I really need to tell you this? OK, fine, I’m embarrassed to expose myself to even myself. I always wrap myself in robes or towels. Can we move on to the next question?”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“Why do you keep pressing this issue, Blake? Yeah, sure, I’ve always suspected there was something about walking around the house wearing only a bra and underwear. Something sexy. Something daring and freeing. But that’s not me, Blake. I’m not sexy or daring or carefree. I’m Lynn, Queen of Body Issues, remember.”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“What do you mean I was never appointed Queen of Body Issues? I pulled the body image equivalent of Excalibur out of a stone many years and many pounds ago, for cryin’ out loud! I’ve worked my whole adult life to defend my throne! Don’t tell me to abdicate!”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“Fine. I’m tired of arguing with you Blake. Next bath, I’ll leave a path. Will that make you happy? Good. Just promise you won’t look, OK? That would be a deal breaker. Promise me. PROMISE. OK…pinky swear works. It’s a deal.”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“I did it, Blake. I took that walk from the bedroom to the bubble bath, leaving a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a bra, and my underwear in a path to the bath like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumbs. Sorry, but I left the socks for the bathroom. You know my feet are always cold.”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“I sunk to my nose in that bubble bath, and I reveled in the feeling of walking my body – in various stages of undress – to the bathroom. I had no idea that air cascading over my wrinkles and sags and bags and folds could feel so empowering!”

When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

“Yes, I do.”


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