Summer is almost here! Temperatures are rising and the days are getting long with the sun setting well past 9 o’clock. For some of us–dealing with what to do with kids who insist that they absolutely need to stay up past their bedtime because there’s not even a remote chance they’d be able to get a wink of
Michelle Strub
The Sweeney team strikes again–this time in Redmond. The sixth local Pure Barre studio opened its doors this October in the Red160 apartments in downtown Redmond and joined Super Jock N’ Jill, Rudy’s Barbershop, Top Pot Doughnuts and more local businesses with Eastside offshoots.
No longer relegated just to babies, storks have expanded their services to include 100-percent cotton cloth diapers to Seattle and Eastside families. Diaper Stork, launched in September 2014, creates convenience for area young professionals who might also be moms or dads.
I was looking at my calendar the other day and I realized I haven’t experienced the burn of Pure Barre for almost six months. Six months! The dismay! Blame it on being a first-time working nursing mom, I guess, since doesn’t seem to be a shortage of Pure Barre locations across western Washington, that’s for sure.
And now, my everyone’s favorite ballet-based total body workout is creeping even further westward with dynamic duo Sami and Brandon Sweeney’s fifth location in four years coming to Green Lake–the Sweeney’s own ‘hood.
Okay, so it’s still only January but that’s what this month of the new year is for, right? Ringing in our resolutions — for many of us that means pushing ourselves to the edge of fitness. Whether we’re charging up Rattlesnake Ridge, stretching into sun salutations in local studios, or paddling out over the still-frigid PNW waters, we’re living to be outside channeling the strength that comes with movement.
If I’ve been MIA from Seattleite lately it’s because I’ve been out and about displaying my revitalized face thanks to an hour-long visit with Svetlana at Jill Bucy Skincare.
Just a few months ago, Von Trapp’s waltzed into our Capitol Hill lives and we haven’t gone a weekend without wanting to belly-up to one of their bocce ball courts with beer and brat in hand.
People always ask me how it is I keep my svelte shape … fine, no one ever actually asks me that. But I like to think they do to use as my motivation to power through the 45 minutes of hell I know is coming to me at FlyWheel Sports, the next Seattle fitness fad.
Okay, okay, the official name of this event actually refers to it as a “round-up” but ehh. You say po-tay-to, I say po-tah-to. You say round-up, I say rodeo. I can see it now: a herd of food trucks grazing the Seattle streets when out of nowhere a starving Seattleite attempts to lasso one of them using an over-sized fork and only being thwarted by the latest in the Super Sonics NBA-decision distraction.
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