My journey with Pure Barre started just over two years ago. My best childhood friend had been going to Pure Barre back home in California for about six months and had been trying to get me to try it. I had been curious, but, fearing the unknown, I had been hesitant. I finally mustered up the courage on the last day of December 2015. I arrived 25 minutes early for class, so anxious and excited. I was immediately put at ease when the teacher peaked her head out of the course she was teaching, and, with the biggest smile on her face said, “Are you new? Welcome!” She showed me the forms to fill out, and jumped back in to class to keep going. I was touched that she would make sure I was taken care of, even while she was busy teaching! I was already encouraged and class hadn’t even started! The second class began, though, I could tell: this was something special. The upbeat rhythm of the music, the clear set up of where to go and what to do, and the routine of the way we worked our muscles made me feel so in control. I was not only challenged physically, but I also loved how civilized it all was! I was so disappointed when it was over! I ran up to the teacher after class and asked, “can I take class again tomorrow? Do you need a rest day with barre or can I come every day?” Needless to say, I was HOOKED. Continue reading “Pure Love for Pure Barre”
Have you noticed that about once a quarter your Facebook and Instagram feeds are bombarded with ads featuring veterans from the show The Bachelor raving about how much they love their Fab Fit Fun box? You can’t get away! For months and months I resisted. While I appreciate the industriousness of their partnership, since they were all doing it, I couldn’t really take them seriously. I had no clue if it was a great deal or a waste of money. I searched for a review a few times, but couldn’t find what I was looking for. Naturally, I took this as a challenge, so I went ahead and ordered a box to see for myself if it was worth the hype.
Dear Negative Nancy,
It should probably come as no surprise to anyone reading this that I am a generally happy person. My blog is title Spread a Little Sunshine, after all. I love joy. My default setting is “pleasant, with a touch of hopefulness.” I know not everyone can be this way. I know that some people aren’t morning people. I know that when I walk in the door at work and in my singsongy voice say “Good morning!” (or, if I’m really feeling happy, “Good morning fellow Americans!”) all you see is this:
Today I am starting a new series on the blog. I am sure I am not the only person that has a friend or family member that has a habit of telling you “just one more thing” multiple times when you are about to get off the phone. I have found that I often have lots of little things to share on here, but they don’t necessarily merit a whole post. I am starting a weekly “Just One More Thing” series for this exact purpose! Continue reading “Just One More Thing – Volume 1”
I don’t know if I have shared yet that my little sister, Merry, works full time for a summer camp in Arkansas. She travels the country recruiting the cream of the crop of college students to be counselors and role models for young children. While I’m super proud of her, it makes it impossible to see her! She is on the road a great majority of the time, and because of the nature of her role she works strange hours making phone dates difficult to come by. Some weekends, she is close enough to her next destination that she gets a full weekend off, not needing to drive anywhere. She sent me a text Thursday morning that said “how far away is Charleston from you?” a quick Google search told me it was an eight hour drive as she said, “You wouldn’t want to drive down here would you?” Why yes, yes I would. Continue reading “An Impromptu Trip to Charleston”
Long before the athleisure trend was born (and thank God it was!), there were simply gym clothes. Most people didn’t wear these out and about, unless they were literally coming from, or about to go to, the gym. There was one mother at my elementary school, however, that wore gym clothes daily. She was not super active. In fact, she openly bragged about the fact that she never worked out and the only bicep curls she did were the curl of her spoon from the bowl of her ice cream to her mouth. To each their own, right? There was another mother at my school, however, that couldn’t help but notice this. As we stood waiting before school she turned to the woman who may or may not have started the athleisure trend and said, “do you actually work out or do you just wear the clothes?” Continue reading “Fabulous Fabletics Shoes”
I will never forget the first time I realized I needed an eye cream. It wasn’t actually my noticing something about myself, so much as Cosmopolitan magazine noticing it for me. I was standing in line at the grocery store and I read a headline: “best eye creams for women in their 20s, 30s, and 40s.” An eye cream? An EYE CREAM? I was 20, and therefore found myself suddenly horrified. I was old. Continue reading “No. 7 – The Number One Skin Care Line in my Book”