Live in Melbourne, huh?

Well, I won't hold it against you that your Bourke St David Jones now has a better cosmetics and accessories hall than our Elizabeth St David Jones here in Sydney, even though it stings a little to hear people like Mark McInnes say that the newly refurbished Bourke St store is the best cosmetics hall in the world.

Sure, I was down there Saturday night (care of one very generous DJs marketing department) with hundreds of people, like the very-good-at-public-speaking Megan Gale (looking hotter than a wasabi pikelet) for the opening party. Sure, I sipped on Cape Mentelle and gazed lovingly at the Burberry store. Sure, I saw how stunning the new fit out was. And large. And white. And glamourous. And yes, I noticed the glorious high ceilings. And the entire area dedicated to millinery. And the delicious sunglasses installations. And the flawless, easy-to-skip-around layout.

But WHATEVER, BOURKEY BOY.

Ours was new and fresh and exciting and beautiful, like, two years back. I remember the opening party like it were yesterday. I still have the frock I wore, even though a TV personality who shall remain nameless burnt not one but two ciggarette holes in it, and it is utterly unwearable. Or maybe it was me? No, no, I'm not on TV, it can't have been me.

But I won't turn this into one of those tired New South Fails Vs Melboring issues.

Truth is, Bourke St is delicious. And if you live in Melbourne, you owe it to yourself to prowl around in there on your lunchbreak today and spend too much money on a some Stila lip gloss, some Re-Nutriv day cream and a diamante Mimco headband you don't even need, but should absolutely purchase because it will make you feel all warm and gooey inside for at least 53 minutes, and sometimes even more.