Last night I had difficulty sleeping thanks to the mad woman who lives in the flat above me.  Every time I try to sleep she is pacing, actually more like stomping across the room. Since I couldn’t sleep I picked up the Harper’s Bazaar that was on the table next to the bed and read it until I was able to fall asleep. This issue showed the homes of designers John Rocha in the South of France and Donna Karen on Parrot Cay. I guess seeing those beautiful homes and all the clothing that I can’t afford in the magazine led me to have this dream…

I won the lottery, $658 million to be exact and the first thing I did was take Neal and my family to the Caribbean and we island hopped for one month and only stayed at the most luxurious villas.

Then Neal and I returned to London and the first thing I did without telling him was buy the apartment I have been eyeing for two years. After the big purchase and vacation I realized I only spent $3 million out of $658 million…I knew what I had to do and it involved going to Harrods!

After shopping day after day, my cloest looked like the co-op floor of Barneys.

Eventually we moved back to the US and lived in a house that resembled Ralph Lauren’s home in Jamaica.  So, I guess we moved somewhere warm, not to New York like I always thought I would. 

I don’t think this dream means much. I think we can all conclude that I like to shop and go on vacation. They say that dreams do come true though!

This is a picture of Ralph and Ricky Lauren’s home in Jamaica.