Ma Vie Folle

Okay, I anxiously awaited the arrival of my new prAna yoga pants.  The UPS guy pulled up and stopped outside my house.   Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy…PLEASE let it me my prAna yoga pants!   omg…IT WAS!  Like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory looking for a golden ticket….I ripped open the package and folded up was a lovely pair of ‘dusty rose’ colored yoga pants.   The first time my fingers touched them a lovely soft sensation went up my arm and tingled my brain.  Mmmmm these are so soft!   I unfolded them.   They looked small.   I ordered them according to their sizing chart.  Usually in clothes I wear a medium-large.   But  their chart was clear….a small…..but these looked small.

I held them up against my body.   I immediately thought…”Nope…there is no way.  No way that I will stuff my ‘yes I had 3 babies and no I’m not pregnant‘ pooch into these lovely little pants.  No way.  No how.”

I went into the bathroom to try em….if I did spill out of them, I was gonna be the only one who saw.    So I went to try them on in secret.  I closed the bathroom door.  Thankfully everyone was busy and didn’t know what I was doing.   I slipped one leg into the little prAna yoga pants.   OH MY GOD.   The foot that was going in felt as if it were entering another dimension.  I am NOT lying.  I am NOT embellishing.  I pulled the pants up and they felt like I was wrapped in heaven.   If heaven feels soft and like cotton candy.  Yup.

I let out a giggle.  Like when a little girl makes a happy giggle.   Not only did they fit.  They fit beautifully.   I immediately had visions of doing everything I do in a day in these pants.   I imagined how fun things would be in these crazy comfy pants.

Then someone needed to use the bathroom (of course) and I had to change back into my regular clothes.  Remember, I don’t do yoga when anyone is awake.  That is my morning time.  And sista’s   I will tell you….morning yoga will never be the same.   I have a feeling that I should pass these pants on when I’m done.  Maybe write a book.  The Sisterhood of the Traveling YOGA Pants.   They are that pretty.  They are THAT awesome.   (note, I will never pass these on.  I will be buried in them.)

Funny thing is…I actually really like them while doing yoga.   The comfort level is through the roof and I love that they don’t make me sweat.  In fact, I did yoga out in the back yard and it was 85 degrees.  Long yoga pants and not a bead of sweat.   Weird.   Nicely weird.

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Although I received a pair of these yoga pants for review this did not affect my opinion. I received no other compensation. All opinions expressed are my own. AND did I say….I LOVE these pants?!