Before I started teaching yoga, I was working as an entertainment reporter and marketing assistant at Arlington Park, a super beautiful horse racing track right outside Chicago. During the season I would wear pretty much anything I wanted. From pretty summer dresses (sexy, yet ladylike, not slutty) to more sophisticated outfits, I was fortunate enough to wear whatever made me happy and comfortable. Then, once the season ended, we were back in the offices with a dress code, which I was suppose to follow but, of course, didn’t. For women, the dress code was simple, wear a pant or skirt suit. SUIT?!?! Wtf. Suits are not my thing. My booty gets in the way. The pants pull. And honestly, I feel like I’m suffocating in them, I cannot get comfortable for the life of me. Had I had the income to buy gorgeous, tailored pieces, I would have done that, but I didn’t. So, I made do with what I had. I wore what “suited” me. I gave myself guidelines and tried to be innovative with my ideas wearing jumpers with turtlenecks and opaque tights, slacks with nice blouses, black wrap dresses. Lots of black. I was conservative about my dress code during the off season. Definitely less boobage. Now, no one seemed to really have a problem with this for the most part (well, that I knew about)…except this one woman. What a gigantic pain in my ass she was. You better believe she loved her lady suits, had one on EVERY SINGLE frigging day. There was not a day that went by that she didn’t have her suit on. During her extremely busy days as the VP of something, she had on her to-do list to march into Human Resources and have me called in. This was a very normal ritual we had; she’d tell on me, I’d go to HR, shoot the shit with the ladies in charge, they’d always remember to tell me I “should try to abide by the dress code”, they’d give me some Redvines licorice and I’d be on my merry way. Like the movie Groundhog Day, I’d be back in HR a few days later and this charade went on for much of my career at AP. I get it, there are rules and a dress code, but it was 2006 and I like to think I was helping them step out of the stone age. One would think, why not just buy a GD suit and be done with that woman? Well, because she was such a gigantic asshole, that’s why. Fast forward five years later and I literally live in comfy clothes everyday. Teaching yoga allows me to wear what fits me well, is comfortable and let’s me express myself via awesome leggings, tops, sneakers, boots and tons of color! It’s my dress up and no one is going go to Yoga Human Resources to tell on me for having unicorns and galaxy cats all over my ass and legs! Praise Jesus! My point is, rules are made to be broken…right? Lol, just kidding! My point is, how we dress is one of the best ways we get to express ourselves and I love me some funky leggings, big time! Here is a work look that I absolutely love and am very grateful I’m able to wear it with out any shenanigans!
These pants are made by Teeki out of Los Angeles. They have the funkiest designs AND they’re made out of recycled water bottles, doesn’t get any cooler than that! These pants are also available at some Core Power Yoga facilities.
My Saucony teal sneakers are so comfortable and add just a great, subtle pop pf color.
These are great dry fit socks…super comfy!
I love my American Apparel gym bag, makes me feel sort of 80’s!
Wear what makes YOU happy! xoxo