Boo, hiss, Eddie Bauer

I'm frittering away my weekend returning t-shirts to Eddie Bauer. The "petite" versions of two of their t-shirts reveal not just too much cleavage — they reveal my bra, all the way down to the band at the bottom.

No, these aren't "layering" shirts, cut low for a tank top underneath. They look fine on the models in the catalog. The problem seems to be that Eddie Bauer thinks "petite" means shorter length at the bottom, not shorter proportions throughout. Bleh.

Fortunately, the Gap — not known for their modest cuts of clothing — has V-neck t-shirt in petites that don't have this problem. I don't find Gap clothes to be as durable as Eddie Bauer items, but at least I can wear them in public!

The freedom of routine

My usual yoga group took a break for the month of April, so I got to try out some yoga classes at the Ballard Health club. I found an early morning class that was interesting, but too slow-moving for my taste, and some great late-morning classes that really challenged me.

Susan's yoga classes resumed tonight (at a new studio) and I was delighted it. It was a fabulous workout.

I realized that a lot of what made it great for me was knowing Susan's routines and thus being free to work to my capabilities within them. When I was trying to learn new routines at the health club, I didn't want to get too far into a pose because we'd move quickly to some new, unknown pose (or series of poses) and I didn't want to be off balance and slow to make the transition. As a result, it was difficult to get to the point where I could break a sweat. Though I did learn some wonderful new standing poses, including reverse warrior. How had I ever missed reverse warrior?