Calling all Triangle Fashionistas!
There is a super fun event coming up that I wanted you to know about. My favorite department store on earth, Belk (which will always be Belk’s to me) at Crabtree, is hosting a night of fashion and fun in conjunction with the Junior League of Raleigh.
It’s coming up soon on March 9, from 5 to 10 pm.
There will be a fashion show and a guest appearance by none other than Ms. Trina Turk herself. whhhaaaaat!!!!
I have long adored the bright, vivacious fashions she creates and am SO looking forward to catching a glimpse of her in the flesh. And as an added bonus, Belk is offering 20% off purchases made during the event.
I am so ready for spring and all the fun clothes the warm, sunny weather brings, and I can’t wait to see what Belk, the Junior League and Trina Turk have put together. It’s sure to be top notch. I hope to see your beautiful faces there. Please come say hi to me!
Tickets can be purchased here. All event proceeds go to the Junior League of Raleigh to support its community partnerships, volunteer service and leadership training.
(p.s. VIP reception at 5, general admission is at 6 and fashion show is at 7:30, EDITED via this gal who knows more than I!).
Whenever I hear them talk about Ted Ligety, I sing his name to myself just like 0:39 - 0:40, but sub ligety for wiggity.
Also, this song takes me back to summer camp. My summer camp was cool. 1992 4 LYF. I was 10.
Sooo, it looks like there are a handful of you that actually want to hear about my yoga experience. Your wish is my command. I figure I’d start this series on how I started going yoga in the first place. I’ve got a whole string of post ideas coming - how I hot yoga during my lunch break, what to bring to hot yoga, some of the favorite things my yoga teachers have told me, my favorite online resources for yoga, and some more I’ll probably come up with later. If you have any specific questions, please ask and I will dedicate a post to answering you.
I’ve done yoga off and on for the past 4 years, but mostly off. Two years ago I bought a groupon for a local Bikram yoga studio and I was totally hooked. I loved the heat and the sweat and the deep stretching I was able to accomplish. I always left feeling like a million bucks (but looking like a million butts. see what I did there?) I totally loved the act of the yoga but I did not love the studio. Like at all. It smelled funky. I found the owners rude. The room where 50 people got super sweaty had a carpet floor. ewww. And they asked for donations for water… from the water fountain. wtf. I didn’t want to pay a premium price for a less than premium experience.
Anyways, I quit yoga and it was shortly thereafter I found the Tracy Anderson Method (TAM). I love, love, loooooove me some Trace-inator and was a loyal follower of hers for 2.5 years. Her method will truly reshape your body and turn you into the hottest, best version of yourself. I did TAM all through my pregnancy and even on my maternity leave once I felt good enough to start exercising again and got the go-ahead from my doctor.
But then, I went back to work. womp womp. Fitting in a full workout that left me feeling good was HARD. When I work out, I want to work. I want to sweat a lot, and I want it to hurt a little. And unless I got up at 4:30 am to get in a workout, that level of exertion was just not possible. And getting up at 4:30 am is impossible. Because in addition to working, I get up early to prepare everything for daycare, get myself dressed and I love to sit down for a 20 minutes sipping my coffee in the morning and reading through my favorite blogs - in silence - before I get Nora up and the day really begins.
I had been back at work for about a month, I was trying to walk during my lunch breaks to fit in some fitness but there was one fatal flaw - my work has no showers I walked a fine line between walking/running enough that I didn’t sweat too much and walking/running enough to get in some good exercise. And honestly, I hate running. hate hate hate hate it. I really appreciate and understand the effort and dedication that goes in to being a serious runner. I ran cross country for 4 years and track for 6, so I get it. But I just don’t enjoy it.
By last August, my 6 pound baby had grown to about 12 pounds and I really couldn’t hold her for more that 15 minutes at a time before my back would ache and I would need to put her down. It was then I discovered a hot yoga studio had opened up about 5 minutes from my office. And, serendipitously, there was a living social deal for that very studio. I jumped at the chance to try it out and haven’t looked back.
I try to go to yoga at least four times a week, but never less than three. It is truly a 45-60 minute (depending on the class) chunk of time I completely and selfishly devote to myself, and it’s about the only chunk of time I can do that. It allows me to bend, stretch, refocus and reconnect with myself. I leave feeling brighter, lighter, better, happier and just plain good. After class, I’m mentally and physically ready to take on whatever other challenges life presents. I am not exaggerating when I say yoga has vastly improved the quality of my life. My back rarely aches when holding Nora for extended periods of time and I find myself taking things moment by moment, which is a great way to not feel overwhelmed on days I am anything but. At this point, I can’t imagine life without yoga.
Who’s birthday is it? That guy’s! My #1 stunnah turns the big 3-5 today.
Jason, I am so happy you were born. Each day with you in it is a little brighter, a little sweeter, and a whole lot funnier. You’re my favorite person to do everything and nothing with it.
I hope today (and every day, really) you know just how much I (and Nora and Cole) love you.
I’ve been loving this easy, homemade “to go” breakfast. It makes my mornings so much easier (and sweeter). The night before mix 1/2 c. Oats, 1/2 c. Vanilla almond milk, 1/4 c. Greek yogurt, and 1 tbsp. chia seeds. In the morning top with berries, stir and enjoy!
If you like pineapple juice, 42 oz. If not, 6 oz. It’s punch. You really can’t mess it up. But for the record, I use the 42 oz, because, well, it’s punch!
Hi Julie,i just read your post about your daughter sleeping through the night. I read the book too but I would like to ask you how did she manage to not take any naps between feeding number 2 and 3? I'm finding that really hard. Any suggestions? Thank you!
For those wondering what Anonymous is talking about, refer back to here.
So, I completely let Nora nap between feedings 2 and 3. It was 3 and 4 that I tried my darndest to keep her awake. I figured if I let her sleep pretty much as much as she wanted most of the day, I could manage a 4 hour stretch of her awake. Even so, ‘twas no walk in the park. I basically was ON those few hours. I’d let Nora play on her playmat as long as she was content. I’d also talk to her and sing songs or do other funny/weird things that you do to entertain a 2 month old. I’d throw a diaper changes, tilt her back and forth on my forearm if she was getting drowsy (a trick I learned from the NICU lactation consultant to keep Nora awake long enough to eat). And I made the environment as least conducive to sleep as possible - no swaddling, swaying, shushing or other things that begin with S.
It’s hard but it will be worth it in the end. I PROMISE you. Nowadays, if Nora is getting a little sleepy between feedings 3 and 4, I have no problem letting her get a cat nap. She is such a great sleeper that I know she’ll still want to go to bed at 7. This girl loves her bed. Even if she isn’t ready to actually go to sleep, she will still want to get in her crib and will just lay there playing with her blankie. I pity the fool that tries to keep Nora out of that crib.
I was cleaning out some old files and came across these pamphlets (and many others) that they gave us when Nora was born. I don’t remember seeing these and I’m pretty sure I never read them but damn if seeing them now doesn’t bring back a flood of emotions. That first week of her life was the happiest and scariest time of my life. Like I didn’t know I could feel that happy/scared/worried/sad/determined at the exact. same. time. #allthefeelings #gladitsthepast
In today’s news that absolutely no one cares about but me, I got into wheel pose today, y’all!!! That’s the pose pictured above. I go to hot yoga classes during my lunch break and I aim to go a total of around 4 times a week (but certainly no less than 3). I had just tried this again on Saturday and failed, but today I did it. It felt so good and I was so proud of myself.
They say that wheel pose counteracts stress, anxiety and depression (in addition to the physical benefits) and I am totally buying what they - whoever they are - are selling. I’ve been feeling so happy all afternoon. I’m not sure if it’s because I finally did something I had not previously been able to do or because it just feels good to bend. Probably both.
I know I haven’t really talked a ton about my yoga practice on this here blog. I’m still a total newbie (going on about 6 months), but it has quickly become one of the most important things I do for myself. I totally believe that because of yoga I am a better wife, mother, employee, and person. I’ve been thinking about devoting some blog real estate to talking about my experience but what I want to know is - are you interested? do you care? are there specific things you are curious about? FYI - I strictly practice hot yoga which is heated to a temp of about 105 degrees and 40% humidity.
Y’all, this weekend brought it. My sister turned 30 and her husband organized a super fun dance party at a downtown club. I cannot tell you the last time I shook my tail feather in a room full of crowded people with the dj dropping my favorite tunes (and a Britney song was on)! But woooh boy, we had so much fun.
And I just gotta say, my siblings are hotties. We are missing one, but he has 9 more years before he’s legally allowed in da club.
We took full advantage of the babysitter (aka my mom) and even went out to dinner before the party. Like, just me. and my husband. and two free hands. and no need to hurry through our food because the baby is getting antsy. It has been at least 10 months since that happened. No joke.
We spent Sunday relaxing and Nora was even a peach and slept until 9 am. I really appreciated her being so considerate of her mother’s pounding head. Side note: When did 9 am become “sleeping in”?
Then, like most of America, we watched the Super Bowl. The game was totally boring but Bruno Mars was so fun to watch. I thought he did such a good job.
Here are some nice thoughts to take with you through your day.