*POOF* went the vests

All the Yoga Will Save the World vests have sold out.

One is in France being worn by an artist sitting in French cafes drawing. One is winging it’s way to the sunny shores of Australia to be worn a dancing lady with three of the most gorgeous children. 2 boxes of vests and hoodies have hopped over the channel to prance down the Champs Elysees. In London along the shores of the Thames you may see them on an actress, on rowers and coxes, on a writer who goes by the name of Panther, on crazy London cyclists and on that girl running like a greyhound around Richmond Park.

Thank you to everyone.

I am getting the next vests to Yoga Will save the World HQ pronto. I decided to pick the design that was ‘loved’ by that dancing mum who was the first to order off the YWSTW online shop. It’s going to look a little something like this:

Sand Down My Pants

Hanging On The Beach

Hello, I’m in Australia still yoga-ing, still working on my handstands and my website. I am going to post some pictures this week of the lovely things I’ll be selling there and hopefully by the end of the week the website will be up.

For now here are some photos of a hand standing man on the beach I took last week for your viewing pleasures.

 

 

The Yoga Adventures of the Hasting Sisters: Georgia Hastings

The honourable Sally by Sally

Hello, I’m Sally Whelan

Most of my days I pretend that I have a number of jobs, when really, I just lounge about on the beach in Byron Bay all day limbering up in a very yogic fashion and collecting bugs for my next jewellery collection….

If I’m feeling naughty I love to eat copious amounts of liquorice and listen to Madelene Peroux, while lounging around in the nude.

If I’m feeling nice I love to cook ridiculous amounts of healthy food for my friends.

Once upon a moment I went to my yoga class and I thought I wonder if anyone has ever broken their nose during chaturanga dandasana

One time, during alfresco yoga the wind changed and I was stuck in jumping mouse pose for a couple of days. That will teach me.

One day, when I rule the world and it is law to eat liquorice and liquorice flavoured anything all the live long day I will also be able to perform a graceful hand stand without my childhood fear of my shoulders collapsing

When you speak to me of yoga matters please refer to me by my yoga super hero name of The honourable Sally by Sally – Jeweller, Collector, hoarder of all things colourful and fabricy…..

If I have one piece of yoga advice for you it’s this: Do not compare yourself to anyone else, whether it be in a yoga class, or a clarinet class……its just too messy to let your mind go there and you’ll never get back alive….. be wonky and beautiful…..x

Where in the World? Perth, Australia

It’s the lovely Kenza Mezmizi on the beach near the most isolated city in the world.

Where in the World? Byron Bay, Australia

Ross Cameron didn’t even know he could yoga and yet here he is striking old hasta padangusthasana. Where is he? Well that’s Captain Cook, you may peak a mermaid tail and just out of sight is a lighthouse.

Byron Bay Beach Bag

Byron Bay, eastern most point of Australia. Where Dolphins prance, rogue waves take out unsuspecting sunbathers and beach-fire-marshmallow-roasting is a fine and delicate art.
Thank you to Sam teaching at Dena and Jack’s Byron Bay Yoga Shala.
Apologies about the sweat.
Thank you to Rachael Jones and Luke Yeaman of the Raven Makers.
I will take my percussion responsibilities more seriously next time.

The Bondi Beach Jitterbug

Sydney.
Thank you to the wonderful teachers at Yoga Space in Sydney. I will try to stop flaring my ribs.
Thank you to the man who painted cloud halos in the skies with his jet plane on New Years.
Thank you to the lovely Libby who kept me fed and watered with liquorice and premium quality vodka.