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What I got!

My buy: a porcelain mould for making rubber gloves, now a slightly creepy jewellery storage device

One of the things I’ll miss most about living here? The Brooklyn Flea, which used to be right downstairs but now has an excellent new plot in Williamsburg with views of the Empire State.

Also! Great shopping. Which leads me to my friend Kate Payne’s little shopapalooza, the Brooklyn Flea Spree, in honour of her excellent new book, The Hip Girl’s Guide to Homemaking – in which I was one of the bloggers tasked with finding something fab for $25. You like? If so, please vote!

I’m in good company here, people – the other bloggers are Mouth of the Border, Fucked in Park Slope, Brokelyn and Autumn Makes and Does. So I need all the help I can get…

And here's the book!

And here's the book!

Silver box, with crystal beads inside that I might make into something else. Bought this too

Silver box, with crystal beads inside that I might make into something else. Bought this too

Porchetta roll. Not homewares, but I could have had five for the same money

Porchetta roll. Not homewares, but I could have had five for the same money

Very cool terrarium from Twig, complete with mini sheep. Outside my budget, sadly

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There are things I’ll argue to the death, like the separation of church and state, and cabbies being trained to know where places are. And then there’s the indisputable, like the fact that when it comes to star power, New York will always beat London hands down. On Tuesday, for instance, I got dissed by Leonardo di Caprio and Victoria Beckham within 5 minutes.

Tonight, in five inch heels, I got to tower over Mary Kate Olsen by at least another seven inches. In London it would be one of Westlife.

Absolutely no complaints here…

‘I wish they’d stop going on and on about the clothes,’ said my friend Amanda when we were watching the Inauguration on her sofa. So, apologies to her, and to other non-fashion-obsessed readers, but weren’t Michelle’s clothes great?

Mrs Obama might have an underbite that makes her look permanently like she’s about to smack her husband around the head, but she knows clothes. As Barack very cutely put it when they arrived at the first of 10 parties, ‘First of all, how good looking is my wife?’ Michelle was clearly not really paying attention, because she applauded for a second before realising everyone else was applauding her.

Good on her for choosing two relative unknown designers for her two outfits of the day (Jason Wu and Isabel Toledo), and for dressing the kids in high street (J Crew).

But much as I’m into the clothes, I’m not sure I take fashion as seriously as the new administration: according to a rumour leaked to Fashion Week Daily, the editor of US Vogue, Anna Wintour, is in line for a job as ambassador to Britain or France. Her qualification? Does throwing a great party and scaring the bejesus out of the whole industry count? Her office is denying it, and weirdly, every link Google throws up seems to lead to a page that’s been taken down, so if you’re reading this Ms Wintour, I think you’d be brilliant. Or stay at Vogue. Either is fine. Please don’t sue me.