This is my basket of hot stuff; hot water bottle (filled, because I don't like to waste the water, so I just re-boil what's in there) and two hot-yoga towels.
The first time you go to hot yoga, you will feel like you're going to die, and you're pretty sure you're never going back. In my case, my daughter got me to agree to a 30-day hot yoga challenge. It's a commitment, let me tell you, to dive right in to 30 days in a row. In June. When it's already hot outside.
After the 30 days though, when you're all flexible and your skin is soft like a baby's - true story; all your dead skin cells slough off thanks to the salt in your sweat - and you're used to the heat, and you've had a couple of interesting experiences because you ate too close to class time, you actually do want to go back.
As for that hot water bottle, who doesn't love one of those!?
No, I don't have a good reason for storing this stuff in a raffia basket in my bathroom.
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