Hubby’s been in Seattle twice in the past month and each time as he’s coming back home he calls me when at SEATAC: “Honey, I’m at the Butter London salon here at the terminal…do you want anything?” Why yes, yes, I do!
This past weekend I, along with my husband and select friends, did something so grown up – we ate at a fancy restaurant on Saturday night. Not just any fancy restaurant, but one of the two fancy restaurants here in Northern California. How is it fancy? It’s a three starred Michelin restaurant. It is called The French Laundry. I dressed up. I wore make-up. I wore pretty shiny, while still understated, shoes…and I wore pants that gave me room to breathe because after all that food, I really needed it.