Didn't Buy: Official List #1

I humbly present this week's "Didn't Buy" in list format.

1. Chocolate.

2. Pastries from Adriano Zumbo, for breakfast before a full day on campus. Technically, under these circumstances, purchase of the creme citron Sugar Lips would be entirely justified.  But I had $3.80 in my wallet to last me indefinitely: so no dice.

3. Anything containing Shocking Pink, Fuschia, Hot Pink. (Or violet.)  But mind you I did look at an awful lot of it....I thank Paris for several years ago renewing my relationship with the colour pink. And cleavage, too, but that's another post. Oh and not to mention Elsa Schiaparelli (fashion idol alert).

4. Red Patent Leather Shoes.

5. A pretty lace party dress the colour of mermaids' eyes and the tropical sea.  Another one the colour of passion, blood, and warning signs.  Things made by the label Velvet.

6. Bejewelled earrings that looked like a circus version of a cart-wheel, or a sparkling rainbow Wheel of Fortune.

7. Lunch at Bacco - because my friend Paul paid for that. (Thanks, Paul!)  Incidentally, if you're stuck at the Queen Victoria Building waiting in a 1km-long line for the bus and it's 6pm and freezing cold - or boiling hot - and you are slowly being asphyxiated by the exhaust fumes from the peak-hour bus-jam, then turn around, go up the stairs to QVB's Level 2, and find Bacco in the middle of the building.  Order a glass of wine and some cheese.  Relax, and think of the suckers downstairs scrambling over elderly women and tired-looking office workers to get on the bus, only to have to stand up clinging to a distant handrail while the driver relives his years as a would-be demolition derby winner, except this time he's driving a bus loaded with passengers!  Oh and the waiters at Bacco are Italian (obviously) and charmingly cute too! In conclusion, you win.

7a. (Addendum.) If the Queen Vic Building isn't your thing and you're still considering walking home rather than wait for the next bus, then definitely go to Devine. Everyone knows it yes, it's been there forever, but Andreas - the Austrian guy with the pony tail - and his people are extremely cool and friendly and you will drink amazing wine and eat tasty snacks and look at nice-looking people and be warm and not be waiting in a forever-long line for the bus.

I did however, shop my stash of clothes at home, and I am yet to determine if that sort of thing is even bloggable any more.

Thus concludes this meandering list, which I may edit from time to time.