I am currently recovering from post-tramautic stress disorder stemming from my recent trip to the Arizona desert. Not that communing with nature and everything isn't fun, but the fact that there seemed to be no civilization was frightening. When I called my father to tell him I had brought him back a gift (a miniature Navajo bow and arrow), he said, "Oh good. I always love Louis Vuitton."

Heaving a sigh, I replied, "Dad, there's no Louis Vuitton here." Yes. Out in the desert, apparently, the look is 'Kmart chic'. I was morbidly out of place with my faux crocodile bags and black miniskirts.

It was fun, overall. We saw the Grand Canyon and such, hiked up mountain sides in GASP! practical shoes, and gallavanted around in the freezing cold rain in Tuscon.

I am, however, delighted to be back in the big city and have the whole Sarah Jessica Parker air back about my life. I may sound shallow, but the desert scene was not for me.

Nope.

Not for me.