Oh jeez louise
This is a perfect example of how lazy I really am - I got all dressed up in my new favourite high-waisted oversized rayon pants and random top (and socks, no less!), ready to head out for some fresh air before meeting Arthur … … … and then I thought for a bit, plonked myself back on my chair and decided to stay home instead. -_- I don’t think there’s any better term to describe me but the word ‘pig’.
So okay, here’re some photos from the third day of Terri’s trip down under, when I brought her to Chapel Street for some op shopping and simultaneously picked up the most ridiculously outrageous vintage leopard-print coat for only AUD40. :D
At Cafe Greco.
Presenting our fat faces.
My chicken risotto entree which was pretty filling.
You don’t understand how much I love hot milk tea.
Terri’s massive sticky date pudding.
At the Chapel Street Bazaar.
Beautiful writing desk.
LOOK AT ALL THOSE GLOVES! STEEEEAM.
So. Mother. Fucking. Creepy.
At one of my favourites, Fat Helen’s.
At a pretty creepy vintage store, Tarto & Graham.
(via Terri and I)
I’d always avoided Chapel Street for good reason. The first - and more commercial - half of the stretch is lined with shops that stock items I can’t even begin to imagine owning at this point. I’d probably have to prostitute myself for a month to buy a dress or something. :/ But yeh, after much exploration on two occasions, it’s safe to say that Chapel caters to the empty-pocketed (like me) as well. We got some top-notch thrift shopping done and it was so satisfying, like a hot cuppa after a five hour-long dessert buffet.
What an analogy to use. -_- I really sound like some fat kid right now.
