Just returned from a fabulous trip to the UK. I went to visit my friend Mlle Pierre who abandoned all of her friends in NY to follow her dreams and achieve her goals. I am not bitter nor jealous…okay maybe a little jealous, but I digress. Mlle Pierre knew there were two things that I wanted to do on my trip, shop and go to Scotland. We accomplished both of those things. With her guidance, I discovered that I have small waist and that I should wear clothes that actually fit. Who knew? More importantly, I also discovered that shopping really is a disease. All I've wanted to do since I've returned home is shop, I want to go shoe shopping, I want to go shopping for summer clothes, work clothes,evening wear and anything in between. I place the blame for this squarely where it belongs, in Mlle Pierre's lap. I left a normal, anti-shopper and return with this…this disease, ailment, affliction that makes me want to spend! The sad thing is when she comes to the city in two weeks, there are two things that I'll want to do when she gets here, have brunch where they serve pancakes and bacon, and shop….sigh.