09/28/2025
I am not the best Ambassador. I donβt teach Instagram-friendly event yoga or popups. I donβt allow photography in the studio. I wear loose clothes and when I am all dolled up in my finery, I forget to post. But I have shown up every single day for almost 4 years to this little studio above Williams-Sonoma that most of Charleston still doesnβt know about. (I am clearly a marketing genius.) I can count the number of times I have had a waitlist (2), but I have lost track of the number of times I have taught a class to 2. The business of yoga is brutal, and I am not very good at it. I have spent all my money, taught over 2,500 classes and I have never paid myself a cent. But has. Through my ambassadorship, they have supplied me with beautiful things to wear and the belt bags I use every day on my many walks with dogs and groceries and yoga mats on these streets that I love. And on Thursday showed up with belt bags for my whole class. I can not express how important her support and those of the other βkidsβ at the King Street is to me. Last summer, when I thought I would have to close the studio, I walked to the store, sometimes daily, and cried. They listened and encouraged and supported and befriended until things got better. The clothes are the least of . The love is the most. π€