I detest fancy dress parties. Mainly because I hate turning up to a social event looking like an idiot, wearing a nylon wig. Under which I'm sweating like a fat man running a marathon.
But I did enjoy this place. I had nearly an hour to kill before my hair appointment (next door at Rixon Hair) and stumbled upon it quite by accident.
I think it's the only fancy dress store in the CBD (the rest seem to be in places like Woolloongabba, or the suburbs)
It's a shop-come-gigantic-dressing-up-box, and the flamboyant side of me just couldn't resist having a play. I transformed myself from a 1920s flapper to a cowgirl, Alice in Wonderland into a Beatle, then a Maid Marion (I've always had a penchant for Robin Hood. It's those tights).
And I emerged an hour later, a little tousled of hair, but almost cured of my costume aversion.
While I was in there, I was also told by the helpful staff that if I couldn't find what I was looking for, they could make me it for me.
Er, I'd love to look like Miranda Kerr, so I wonder if they can make some kind of costume to help me with that? (Actually, I've just looked at their website which says "Difficult we can handle, miracles take longer). I'll take that as a no, then. read more