So I have to concede to the once mythical belief. Camberwell is most absolutely worth the painful crawling out of bed at 8am on a Sunday morning. A picture of all my buys save 1 white nightie slip-on which was already in the wash at that time. Next time, I'm bringing a bigger bag. Bigger for more! :)

In the time we were rummaging through the many stalls, it went from cold to chilly and rainy to hot and sunny to rainy again and hot then back to cold. Men. You think your women are erratic and temperamental, well you haven't met Melbourne's weather.

Regardless of my totally amazing buys by the means of my unwavering determination to purchase as much for as little possible, retail therapy hasn't exactly shed much effect on me.

Sigh, the matters of the heart are never easy as pie. I wish Niks was still around to give me that silently thoughtful canine comfort.

My heart aches with frustration, hurt and from a huge empty pit where Nika used to fill.