Monday night on a spur of the moment decision I boarded a Jakarta-bound plane to join J for the week. While the smog, scooters and traffic give KL a run for its money, the people and shopping are utterly divine. I immediately hit the streets in search of local designer finds. Though my sensory high was abruptly ended due to price tags not in my last minute travel budget, the clothing was out of this world! I may have left behind oodles of frocks that I will continue to dream about for days on end [The fabrics! The textures! The impeccable construction!], but I didn't return to the hotel empty handed. Yes, I traveled all the way to Indonesia and all I got [so far] was a Diane von Furstenberg swimsuit coverup. I'm so American.