Today I took a Master Class from the incredible Wendy Whelan, who I’ve written about in past Favorite Things. She is the ultimate prima of New York City Ballet, or at least she was until she retired last fall. One thing that really astounded me is how nice she was. I mean she is so talented she doesn’t have to be nice to anyone, and yet she was super sweet. Anyway, after her class, Audrey and I decided that filling our stomachs with as many carbohydrates as possible would be the best course of action. And that means breakfast for lunch. So good. To put the cherry on top, I stopped my my parents to pick up a package (to be discussed in a later post) when I came across my old school portraits and some old glamour photos my mom did back in the late 80’s which are supremely hilarious, but also make me jealous of her hotness.
Happy Tuesday to you,