Going Dutch

If you are a regular visitor to this space, you know that every so often I fly to Amsterdam for meetings with the client I'm currently managing. The great irony of this set-up is that I don't actually go into Amsterdam; I take a cab to a suburb of Amsterdam, 20 minutes away from the airport. The greater irony is that I have about 15 stamps from Schipol Airport in my passport, but I've NEVER BEEN TO AMSTERDAM. That sad fact is no longer true after this weekend, when I finagled a cheap flight to the 'Dam and met up with my 100% authentically Dutch friend RIETJE and spent 48 hours shopping, drinking, walking, shopping, talking, shopping, laughing, eating, shopping, and oh, did I mention shopping? I think between the two of us we tried on every purple heeled shoe in the city. We also met up with Rietje's friend Marisa who lives in Haarlem, and hosted us Saturday night. It was a really great weekend, and it made me sad that I'm so far away from my closest friends; yet at the same time, I realized how amazing it is to be able to hop on a plane and check out cool design for a weekend. Either way, I had a great time and I hope the Dutchess gets over to London soon. You can see the photographic evidence of our Amsterdam adventure here.