Some things are private. I mean, we're grown-ups now. You don't share everything.

Remember what I used to tel you when you were a little girl? ‘A fool and her money soon part.’ Current-day translation? Stop pissing away your assets at Bloomingdale’s.

Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.

The other person always has a point, Listen to each other, and you'll hear it.

This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.

Visiting any shop for the first time is exciting. There's always that buzz as you push open the door; that hope; that belief - that this is going to be the shop of all shops, which will bring you everything you ever wanted, at magically low prices.

You can Cut Back or you can Make More Money.

People move on. Friendship end.

People who want to make a million borrow a million first.

You look... Amazing!' And I have to say, I agree. I'm wearing all black - but expensive black. The kind of deep, soft black that you fall into. A simple sleeveless dress from Whistles, the highest of Jimmy Choos, a pair of stunning uncut amethyst earrings. And please don't ask how much it all cost, because that's irrelevant. This is investment shopping. The biggest investment of my life. I haven't eaten anything all day so I'm nice and thin and for once my hair has fallen perfectly into shape. I look... Well, I've never looked better in my life.But of course, looks are only part of the package, aren't they?