I heart yoga. I used to take the time to do it every morning. Having never taken a class, I mostly watch videos or read books and pick and choose my poses. They end up naturally flowing one into the other, exactly like they’re supposed to, like a dance. I find it very distracting to have a video on in the background, some man or woman telling me when to switch poses and when to breathe. I like to find my own rhythm, which is why I watch the videos in advance and incorporate whatever flows.
This morning was the first in over 6 months that I took the time for myself to stumble downstairs and breathe myself awake. Slowly taking in each pose, while trying to jog my memory of what Yoga is exactly, I found myself thinking about yoga pants. The light flowing material, the way they hug your thighs like old friends. Not too clingy, just there to cover you when you need them. Easily flexing and molding with you.
I found myself digging through my drawer attempting to find my old shaggy pants, and failing miserably. Somewhere between being mom and going to work I’ve lost my pants. How ironic. And so the quest begins for the perfect yoga pant.
These are certainly moving up the ranks. Easy and flowing, they look like the perfect comfy pants. {Batik fisherman pants from Island Importer.}
But I do love the way these Athleta pants hug the butt just so.