hmm death

Well maybe not death but close. I feel the need to cleanse and nourish my poor body..mind and soul, so I've signed up for the 40 day yoga challenge at the Bodhi Tree. I am a little .. . at odds with myself right now. I know that I have to forgive myself for getting a bit out of shape (sewing every day all day all month might may have contributed) and just take steps to feel like myself again, and yoga seemed like a holistic approach. I could use the grounding and sense of community. I believe in balance, self healing, and self love as a method for success. That being said I am committing to 40 consecutive days of yoga. Its hot yoga too. jesus. Anyways I know that anything worth having is worth working for- being a designer- having a healthy body- having a healthy relationship- learning a foreign laungage- (not that I've done that yet, but I will.. .)

This may quickly turn from fashion blog to yoga blog. You don't mind do you? I'm sure it will be amusing at times. Me and my friend Katia discussed the annoyance of don't fart classes. Classes where you spend the whole hour and a half in deep contemplative focus. Not about balance, not about world peace and love- no. The focus lies in attempting to not let out obnoxiously loud farts as you twist and contort your body mere inches away from bodies lying all around you.

A true test of endurance. You also learn the true meaning of forgiveness as people fart next to you. These must be the core lessons of yoga I would imagine.

okay, now on to important news, look at this guy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iz93YmqBJXE&feature=related So SO SO awesome. Dear god, the workmanship. I love all the bead work and luxurious fabrics. It reminds my of soap operas....I don't know why, maybe its the music. I don't mean that in a bad way though. even though that's a terrible comparison. oh dear. anyways, I think what I mean is its sexy, its sophisticated, its a dream. Zuhair Murad paints a portrait of a woman who owns the stars. She wields her power with a light but forceful hand as she commands attention. People follow her not because of her power, but because your knees buckle at every expression. Every motion is as unique as the moment in time with which it is held.

Each piece as an aspect of this woman and each piece loves and excepts her- with all of her fault. With every fallen muted star that falls from her grasp she allows herself to grieve and move forward stronger than before.

It's a true artist that can explore and surface the many aspects of self- the complex diverse emotions of the psyche which are beautifully exemplified by the woman Murad has painted.

Metaphors and farts in the same blog. I've outdone myself.