On shopping and being possibly addicted to a country.
You know how I am never really good when it comes to shopping resolutions. Only 5 days in Melbourne and already I have added several things to my wardrobe that SO would not fit in my luggage.
There is sale everywhere, dammit. And such good bargains they are!! Hear no evil, Speak no evil, I could manage perfectly fine. But try as I might, the See no evil part is just mortally impossible.
So far, I have gotten myself a kickass Fred Perry bag, a Mooks bag for my sister, a gorgeous FCUK top and a pair of leather Gallaz sandals. Was nearly bought over by a set of Paul Frank tank & boxer sleepwear but managed to hold it before my cool and rational self went all spinning out of control. Rudy generously paid for the Fred Perry bag for an early anniversary present. Tee-hee. Funny how he always had to resort to this to save me before the bag-whore side of my personality succeeded in whittling away my inheritance on these evil and frivolous things.
I am a happy camper literally chilling in Melbourne, yes I am. Earlier on, our plan of trudging down to Il Dolce Freddo at Lygon to get some gelato was thwarted when we opened the front door and was greeted by the 9 C cold air. Promptly changed course and went to Brunetti for hot soy latte and Frolle instead.
This kind of life, I can live :)
Labels: Australia, travel