Chicago was pretty great.  It always is.  I was able to see my sister’s place (which I plan to show you pictures of later this week)  She and her roomies were art majors and their place is colorful and interesting, like a museum filled with little vignettes scattered about.  I loved the new 2 story Anthro right off of Michigan Ave (if that is any surprise).  We saw Jane Eyre.  Mr. Rochester at his best, if you want to know.  My mom and I got stuck in an elevator.  If I told you the story you would laugh, but for 60 seconds we were so not laughing.  Sunday we had brunch at the Peninsula and it was a feast for the eyes and stomach (I took full advantage of eating for 2 . . .don’t judge).  And last but not least I have major buyers remorse over face cream.  You could say I went a little overboard with the beauty items (it’s my normal weakness, add 33 weeks pregnant, no clothes to buy and no luck with every pair of shoes that I liked and what is to be expected?).  I did however resist going in the Apple Store.  I was obsessing all weekend over an iPad, which is a first.  Maybe it was just the city buzz?