For our thirtieth birthdays – er, not very long ago, maybe it was even last year – my bestie Mary and I decided to go to New York. The trip was unequivocally centred around two things: shopping and eating cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery. We shopped every single day, and it’s safe to say that we are the worst/best shopping influence on each other – YOU HAVE TO BUY THAT - culminating in the performance of our lives by shopping for 12 hours straight in an outlet store heaven. Halfway through we stopped for 5 minutes to toss back a cheeseburger each in the same way that marathon runners grab bottles of electrolyte water in the middle of a run. So epic was this shopping event that we both felt nauseous afterwards, mine further compounded by the Commonwealth Bank calling me to see if my credit card had been stolen by some criminal with a penchant for Fendi and Michael Kors.