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THE SUNDAY ISSUE
5 THINGS I LEARNED AFTER HITTING MY 100 CLASSES AT THE BAR METHOD
By Olivia Muth Three weeks ago I hit my 100th class at The Bar Method. TBH, I was really freaking excited - like, so excited I told everyone I came in touch with that day. I couldn’t help but gloat. I mean, ME? Take 100 workout classes?! You don’t understand - this was a huge accomplishment. While I am naturally thin, I had never in my life been fit or toned. Like ever. If I had the option to opt out of any athletic activities, I took it. So the fact that I was not only working out but being...
A-TISKET, A-TASKET
During times like these, it sometimes feels impossible to maintain positivity. We’ve found that coming up with creative ways to enjoy the mundane day to day things is the key. So here’s a little something that brings us joy. An at home, candlelit picnic for one. The scene: Your comfy, cozy, fluffy comforter spread across the floor. So many pillows, you can’t move. We recommend Buffy Whatever book or magazine you’re currently reading Candles. Everywhere. Duh...you gotta set the mood. Insert 11:11 here…. Maybe some soft jazz playing in the background? The French Bistro Playlist on Spotify…highly recommend. If you’re not a reader, post up your...
A LITTLE NYC OASIS: SALTHAUS
Halotherapy. Ever heard of it? Well if you haven’t, your world is about to be shaken up. I am a sufferer of seasonal allergies - every few months, I get hit with a wave of bodily nuisances consisting of a sniffly nose, a cough, and some post-nasal drip (ew). It takes me off my feet for a day or two, and always seems to take weeks to clear up. I can never seem to get rid of that lingering cough and congestion fast enough. However, after coming back from a 10-day vacation to Italy and suffering from a hit of...
THIRD WAVE PINK
Pink; it is everywhere. Red carpet-worthy gowns on Oscar night, cherry blossoms in full bloom, the hair color of every millennial influencer at one point or another. It’s all pink all the time. At this point in my life I’ve lived through three distinct waves of the color pink. The cool-toned pastel pink of the preppy mid-eighties seen on popped collar Ralph Lauren Polo shirts, threaded through multichromatic madras plaid shorts and a particularly frosty shade on the lips of every teenage girl in the passenger seat of a red camaro. After having survived the earth-toned muteness of the nineties,...