Like many writers, I follow the credo that ‘bad writers borrow, good writers steal.’ This also seemed like a good practice to take into my first year of yoga teaching. I wasn’t yet confident that I could weave yoga philosophy into my classes without sounding like a try-hard earth mother, but I found that memorising others’ words and repeating them as my own worked a treat. Until one day it didn’t. Karma, as they say, can be cruel.
When it comes to branded yoga gear, I’m a late adopter. For ten years I practiced Iyengar in the yoga equivalent of a crusty old boxing ring. No frills, just a few fun ropes hanging from the walls, and a teacher who had about as much truck with ‘yoga fashion’ as she did with us exiting Shoulderstand before ten minutes were up.