Project Runway is fabulous...I only wish I would have paid more attention in my home economics class. I don't understand the art of sewing. I like to think I understand fashion but lately I am being bothered by those that obsess over fashion. Put it on, wear it well, and don't think too hard about it.

And speaking of shopping, which of course means fashion--did you see that adorable, fierce, Christian win Project Runway? He was annoying at times but I wouldn't mind having a drink with him and hear him complain about this or that or that or this.

Miss London, just got back from la,la,la, las vegas. I'm so disappointed...no cha-ching, clitter-clatter of the coins in the slot machines anymore. As annoying as it was it made playing with change seem like such an adventure. Gone. The shops were amazing though.

I'm loving Lipstick Jungle now that Brooke Shields is "of a certain age"...but what's the deal with Andrew McCarthy dating the so called fashion designer? Flashbacks of St. Elmo's Fire run rampant while he's on...where's Demi Moore? Judd Nelson? Mare Winningham?

I'm addicted in a strange train wreck sort of way...Why do they remind me of us but without the careers, money or power? Who needs all that fluff anyway?

India, have you seen the new Sex and The City wannabe shows? Lipstick Jungle, Cashmere Mafia?

Viva Las Vegas, baby. Now, doesn't that make me sound like I'm just the girl about town? Wild and crazy times in Vegas? No...don't think so. It's a gift show for the club...although I'm sure we'll find time to pull the one armed bandit or enjoy Venice at midnight.