At my job I get to meet people all the time (yay), and one of the people I met yesterday on a location shoot was model/personal trainer and nutritionist (yes one human being can do all of that stuff), Samantha Bluemel. As well as rocking the camera, Sam was also buzzing with energy and enthusiasm about her philosophy in life, “looking after your body the right way, from the inside out through a combination of nutrition and exercise”. We bonded over our similar foodie opinions and our love of bikram.
Oh and also our blogs! Because Sam has one too. Move Eat Play is a gorgeous place to go for workout ideas, recipes and brilliant insight into living your life in a more whole way.
I felt inspired reading it. I also felt like entering “The Jean Challenge”, a boot camp led by Sam herself for twelve weeks (August 26 – November 22) that results in great prizes and a fit bod! Whats not to love?
So check out her website, enter the challenge and make her raw vegan carrot cake (yum).
Hello internet world, My name is Isobel, and I am little.
So little in fact people often comment on it (and not just people I meet for the first time, friends I’ve known for years). This constant reminder of my stature tends to come hand in hand with a squeaky voice. Apart from the squeaks and the occasional inability to reach things on high shelves I’m usually ok with my size/shape/height. But hell, you know what’s not ok? How bloody hard it is for me to find clothes to fit.
I (hand on heart) believe in retail therapy – and I need (yes need) to shop sometimes. But most places simply don’t go down small enough for me. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a wafer thin and complaining about how irritatingly beautiful and slender I am. No. I am a regularly shaped person, but 80% smaller. So yes, often clothes don’t fit around the waist, but they are also too long (I’m making cuffing in fashion because I’m way too lazy to take things up), sleeves are bigger and shoulders too broad. I effectively look like a small child wearing her mothers clothes – in everything I own (including my shoes).
That was a long winded way of saying thank you world (a very grumpy thank you), because boyfriend jeans are big right now. And I can dig into that pile of never worn denim purchases that towers at the top of my closet and say “hell yeah, I’m so in fashion”, when in fact the jeans I’m wearing are just regular peoples jeans (not my boyfriends at all). Shhh. Its my little secret.
So I’m going to wear this trend to death. And you should too. Even if you aren’t vertically challenged like me. Because you will look hot. And you can have huge lunches and hide your food babies under piles of denim, and you can feel insanely comfortable in on trend trousers that are pretty much pajamas made out of heavy duty cotton. If you aren’t like me and ordinary pants won’t look boyfriendy on you, buy these (below). They are my pick of all the boyfriend jeans I’ve seen, and they are only $59.99 from Glassons. Score.
In conclusion, I’m not letting go of my over sized jeans until I stop looking like the pages of Vogue and start looking like Justin Bieber’s entourage. Then, and only then, will I return to buying my trousers in the kids section, and if they happen to have Dora The Explorer sewn onto my ass somewhere – deal with it.