Kiss kiss, nom nom, fun fun.

Melbourne was such a trippy trip that upon our return to Brisneyland, we were ready to turn around and fly back to explore some more.
Alas, the money tree shrivelled up in our absence and we'll have to coax it back to life once more.
Onwards and upwards we go to Melbourne!

Mmmmm ... pointy boobs got some VERY cheeky looks.
BTW, I've purchased some pointy inserts for this week's bullet bra problem ... jeez I'm a ditz when it comes to all this vintage booby stuff ... thanks eBay.

Galaxy leggings seemed very appropriate for flying high.

Look at my leather boys - aren't they cool?
The Phoenix had women chasing him around both airports admiring the Dali t-shirt I bought him from Etsy.

Those are the faces of "I've never been on a plane before, this is sooooooooooo awesome!!"

The three spawn got a special visit to the cockpit of the brand new 737 coz they were first-timers.
It occurred to me while planning this trip, how much westerners take travel, particularly air travel for granted.
For financial reasons, it's not something I've been able to offer my children and I'm glad they appreciated the significance of such an occasion and the fact many children don't even know what it is to explore a new town, city or country!
The kids were all eyes and ears during the whole trip so I hope we've managed to instil a longing to visit new places.

I know, I'm weird but I was really excited when I found out the apartment the children were staying in with Number One Son and Danni-Long-Legs, was just across the road from Melbourne Cemetery in Carlton.
The bedrooms had graveyard views!!!
As soon as we arrived and settled in we went for a walk as I just knew The Stylist and at least one of the boys would love exploring and discovering the incredibly old and crumbling graves.

The modern family graves mainly belong to European families, many who settled left their homelands such as Italy and Greece to escape the post-WWII hardships.
Melbourne is an incredibly diverse, cosmopolitan city as a result ... and a wonderful place to try nearly every type of cuisine on the planet.

"Gee thanks for bringing me to this old cemetery Mum, this is so much fun."

We had a lovely reunion at the best Italian restaurant I have ever eaten in - Il Cantuccio, on Lygon Street (careful, there's some super-cheesy music on their website).
I want to eat there every week, and resort to wearing just kaftans and muu-muus.

Danni-Long-Legs and Number One Son are the most loving couple I have ever seen.
Beautiful!

Thank the lord, some real food instead of that shite Mum feeds me.

 "Look what it boils down to is that god really IS a DJ".

Very shortly after this pic, Number Three Son almost fell asleep on his plate.

"Mum, I'm going to be an actor and a teacher and I'm going to lots of poor countries and starting up new schools"
Oh jay-sus, what have I set loose on the world?
Bless her heart.

The next day was spent exploring Fitzroy.

I'm wearing the magnificent jacket gifted to me from my favourite zoo-keeper, Sarah Misfit.  The jacket caused quite a stir and there I was thinking I would just blend in with the crowd!
The top is covered in pin-up girls but sadly no boobies to be seen and the purple flares and scarf were thrifted/flea marketed.

The Stylist, much to the annoyance of her brothers, commandeered the camera - I love the sort of things to catch her eye.

At last a decent pic of the Sally Hanson leopard-print stick on nails - I had girls constantly asking me where I got them from - Brissy!

Spot the future ravers.

Who farted?

I'm still insulted they didn't have my size!

Yes, it has a knitted cover.

Amen!

"If you're patient in this one last shop, I'll take you to the aquarium" - there's no harm in bribery.

The following day, I took a walk on my own and thought I'd better check out Zara since it's the only store in Oz and it's "really amazing" right?
Bored, bored, bored.
A couple of cool stripy jackets but other than that, niente.
I must say the Zara menswear range was pretty horny though and I bought The Phoenix a stack of t-shirts.
Other than that, I cannot understand why women were going crazy, snatching up boring beige pants and generic t-shirts ... sorry, I just don't get it.
Gimme a mucky boot sale or a stinky old, cramped vintage store any day.

The one great thing about Zara?
I was accosted by a sweet woman called Meredith who raced up to me and said "omg you're wearing the Cathedrals, they're so much better in real life!" 
She was also wearing Black Milk, the Pulp Sesame swimsuit, seen here too.
She was in Melbourne from Adelaide for a gig and we both thought it rather amusing that we'd travelled such long distances to spot one another.
Ain't that sweet?
I hope you're having a beautiful day.
Baci, Desiree xo