What to do: afternoon at the INNER Beauty Shop

o65_99gSThe events we get invited to via Facebook are quite numerous. Birthday parties, showers, girls’ nights out, and countless from organizations and places of businesses whose pages we “like”. I”ll be honest, unless it comes from someone with whom I am truly friends and it’s a personal event such as a birthday gathering, I rarely pay attention. Don’t deny it…you’re the same way! However, a couple of weeks ago I received an invite from one my favorite yoga instructors that immediately caught my attention, the event popped up as “The Inner Beauty Shop” and was being hosted at Karmany Yoga here in Dallas.

It was described as thus:

“The Inner Beauty Shop™ is an interactive workshop for girls or women, ages 12 – 100, that allows participants an opportunity to find the beauty within themselves and those around them. Each beauty shop is a transformative experience that includes several interactive and embodied activities, including yoga.”

If you know just one iota of the purpose behind this little blog, you should know I had to RSVP immediately. Having attended this past Saturday, I cannot tell you how incredibly happy I am that I went. At the risk of sounding over-dramatic, I will say this was the most life-altering experience — in a GOOD way, not the I was laid off/my grandmother died and this ass hole just broke my heart bad way of last year — that I’ve had in a significant amount of time. Given what I know about Jayme (the aforementioned yoga instructor) and the positive spirit and juju she brings to her classes, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed.

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Cinderella was on to something…

2441bb5c4e6c8210b77ed09a474384b0If you perhaps know me well, you know that I have a very strong passion for shoes. This is something that has been passed down for generations now. First my grandmother, then my mother (though hers mostly manifested itself in the form of cowboy boots, several of which I now own) and then me. My niece is starting to pick this habit up as well. #ProudAuntie

This love didn’t really percolate for me until 2005 or 2006 when I made one of my New Year’s Resolutions to overhaul my shoe wardrobe. I was in the midst of losing a lot of weight and gradually feeling better about myself, so I felt it was time to spice up the footwear. Yeah, I might have overdid it. Up until I broke my ankle in 2012, I had a rotating collection of at least 100 pairs, mostly heels.

Men find many of our habits absurd, which is fine, because there are many things about them I’ll never understand. What they should never do, however, is underestimate the way a pair of dead sexy heels can make a girl feel. In this post I am re-blogging, a pair the author mistakenly bought while Ambien shopping didn’t just change the day she was having upon their surprise arrival, they were the catalyst in a shift of her entire perspective on where her life was at and changes she desperately needed to make. If any shoe can do that, a Stuart Weitzman certainly can.

Sadly, I have not been able to wear heels since I broke my ankle. I recently found out it’s because my tendons are strained, so I am working on this. Many folks tease me for bemoaning my continued inability to wear heels. They’re unable to fathom why I would even want to do so, since the whole reason I actually broke my ankle was due to high heels. But what they don’t get is I truly miss the way the way they make me feel. I am not the world’s tallest person, nor am I always 110% confident when it comes to looks. Previously, heels always made all of that better. Their ability to make any outfit is a given, but as this author says, sometimes they’re so much more.

The Universe According to Snow White

I may be Snow White, but I have to hand it to Cinderella. When the Universe sent her a fabulous pair of shoes she knew it was a sign to transform her life. Okay, maybe not in the most empowered of ways, but the girl knew not to underestimate the power of a great pair of shoes. It took me a while, but I finally learned that lesson as well.

Anyone who knows me, knows that 2011 was the WORST year of my life.  I tore my right Achilles tendon and dealt with the revelation of false friends. But nothing compared to the devastation I felt when my mother passed away that August.


By 2012 I was a mess.  Not even a hot mess.  Just a mess.  I had given up.  I wasn’t working.  I was still drowning in grief.  I felt 90 years old and defeated.  I was approaching…

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