Slacks for Ella Funt

It’s the start of the holiday season, when all of my vendors from work take us out to lunch. It’s great fun, because I get to go to restaurants I wouldn’t get to go to otherwise. Today, we went to one of my favorites, Artisanal, a French bistro and fromagerie. Fromagerie, meaning focused on cheese. When you walk in, the first thing you notice is the dominant smell of cheese . . . stinky cheese. We had two different fondues, and gougeres, these delicious little cheese puffs that I must learn to make.

Today I also tried a new class at the gym, the ballet workout. When I was younger, I was various serious about ballet—I did it for ten years and finally quit because it was all I did and it was making me miserable. Also, I ended up with short legs. But I do miss the dancing part of it, not the snotty people or the long hours, but just the dancing. So I tried the class at the gym. It was fun and I was (a) shocked that I remembered all of the terminology, arm positions, etc. without even thinking about it, and (b) frustrated at how much better shape I was in when I was younger and doing ballet daily.