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Harris Park turns into one big Diwali street party tomorrow and I'm already knee-deep in the "which one of these" pile — the gold bangles won, the dress is still undecided. Come be my tiebreaker?

Sydney's getting a brand new museum this weekend and I've already circled half the opening program over my first coffee. Saturday is officially claimed — come fight me for the spot at the front of the queue?

The Affordable Art Fair opens at Carriageworks tomorrow and I'm already redecorating my walls in my head over coffee. The oversized shirt says I'm not rushing anywhere yet. Come tell me which artist I blow the budget on?

Cup Day is finally here and I've opened the champagne before the first barrier — dress on, fascinator on, stockings doing their own kind of racing. Pick my winner and I'll drink to you at the turn?

The race that stops the nation is days away and my fascinator arrived before my willpower did — this dress zip is losing the fight and I'm not helping it. Come pick my winner for Cup Day?

Sydney Open has me wandering through buildings that are locked every other day of the year, and this rooftop landing might be my favourite find yet. The view up here is almost as good as the company I wish I had — come stand in it with me?

Just made it home from the last night of Ghost Festival with my costume barely hanging on and my lipstick somewhere back on George Street. The heels are staying on a little longer though — come keep me company while I wind down?

Ghost Festival opens in The Rocks and my Halloween makeup is exactly half-finished — lying here naked was more compelling than eyeliner. Come be my reason to get dressed?