I got back on Sunday from a 10-day trip to Paris, and I am proud to say that I said "yes" to everything I wanted -- well, except for a certain cuff bracelet at Chanel. But when it came to the food, I went for it: chocolates at Fauchon, Berthillon ice cream, and a divine "lunch" at Angelina, which consisted mostly of the richest and most divine hot chocolate I've ever tasted. Not to mention cheese, butter, and lots of baguettes.
Yes, my jeans are a little tight in the waistband, and I discovered yesterday morning that my "skinny" jeans (size, not style) don't fit at all. But you know what? I don't care.