Because us Aussies have to over-familiarise and give a not-really-syllable-shortened nickname to EVERYTHING.
We haven’t been to Chadstone in a little while. But now that we are living 20 minutes or so closer than when we were on the other side of town, it somehow feels more accessible.
Even though we are still in the car for a good 40 minutes.
But when there, we make the most of it.
For Hubbie – gold jeans and grey jeans for work, courtesy of Jay Jays
For baby girl – a Frozen Elsa doll, a Frozen Elsa aqua princess dress, and a variety of clothes, courtesy of Targe-t, daaarrrrlliiiinnngggsss.
And for moi? Why shoes of course. Lovely Summer sandals from Wittner.
And then in the car, I enjoyed one of these:
It’s a baked cheese tart, and I believe it’s becoming quite a thing. Hokkaido is the name, their story originates in Japan using dairy from the island of Hokkaido, and as well as the Chadstone location, there is also a couple in the CBD, and in Box Hill. The short-crust pastry is crisp and warm yet soft, and the cheesy filling has a definite hint of sweetness, which upon completion you go “woah. Hand me the water.” Subtle, creamy, and smooth, I enjoyed it, and it is definitely worth trying to understand the unique combination of sweet and savoury.
So there has it folks. Chadstone shopping day, no. 1.