Day 197: Thursday 12 November

Looks like a good day for the beach, which is exactly where I’m heading.

Lucky for me I got given those beautiful denim thongs/slip-ons yesterday (forever in your debt DaHo). What else should a girl wear to the beach on her feet but a pair of thongs?

I can hear the waves crashing and calling to me, so I’ll finish up. Just look at the pictures, cos there’s something special down below…

White denim on it's way to being dirty denim

Top: High class expensive Supre denim vest

Bottom: High cut (as in short) Jay Jays white denim skirt

Accessory 1: Sportsgirl denim bucket hat

Accessory 2: Those glorious denim thongs

Want to see them a little closer? Here you go…

My view of denim thongs nicely combined with hairy legs

What’s wrong with my toe? Want to see it a little closer? Here you go …

My signature toe, also known as 'The Spaceman'

YoD started out all nice and crisp white denim and has ended up a freak show. Oh well.

Day 196: Wednesday 11 November

As Loverboy sang so poetically…

Everybody’s working for the weekend.

And today is my Friday. Hurrah! Drinks after work, sleeping in tomorrow, schlepping around the house. Oh wait. I do that every day.

I gaze stage right as E.T peeks over my shoulder

Top: Howard Showers ruffled shirt, smart, and who according to smh.com.au have ‘revamped their look for summer with an emphasis on youthful casual attire’. Hah

Bottom: Cheap as Jay Jay’s lightweight jeans

Accessory 1: Dragstar denim sack bag

Accessory 2: Denim gym boots

Afternoon celebrity denim spot

Gee some people are nice to me. So supportive of the Year of Denim. Out there spotting items in denim or the creative use of jeans.

Today at work DaHo delivered a denim care package containing an hilarious pair of denim slip ons and sundry items of white denim.

Office celebrity JMo thought they were so revolting gorgeous he simply HAD to model them off. He pranced all over the office, showing them off, which means when I wear them tomorrow they’ll be old news.

JMo models jeans slip-ons... the very latest in office wear

Day 195: Tuesday 10 November

It’s a beautiful early morning. Still, clean, clear, sunny.

I wish I was going to the beach rather than work, because of course then I could wear my denim bikini rather than the full length office attire warm-enough-to-stop-frostbite-in-the-chill-of-air-conditioning outfit that I AM wearing.

Let me make a pre-emptive apology this morning to my work colleagues.

My apologies if you happen to catch a glimpse of my coin slot, or as I like to call it, the crack of intellect.

Today’s jeans ride low and the t-shirt tides a bit high. There could be glimpses and I don’t mean of the ocean. So sorry in advance, but what’s a girl to do? There are rules to this denim thing and I’m simply following them.

Still life with green curtain

Top: Not worn for a while Ladakh pin striped jacket. I just noticed there’s a staple keeping the label on. Classy

Bottom: Sportsgirl denim snugfit low riders. Crack alert

Accessory: Denim shoulder bag with fluoro decals, carrying my tax

 

 

Day 194: Monday 9 November 2009

I had a plan today, to celebrate (sic) the start of another week by wearing an incredible new item of denim.

I realise that it’s going to be hard to top the fashion revelation that is the denim bikini/ thong/short combo. This new thing would come quite close, although it’s not quite so daring or fleshy.

Rather it’s stylish and elegant. It’s a rebuttal to the thong rather than a continuation on a theme. Don’t get too excited though.

After looking at the weather I decided it was too hot for it today. I don’t want to get so hot I wanna take my clothes off, as the song goes (sort of). Not when that item is so swish and elegant and mysterious.

If it’s cooler maybe tomorrow. Today I settled for this …

Strike a pose, there's nothing to it, vogue

Top: Joe’s Jeans jacket. I was shocked to see how expensive this brand is. Thank you St Vinnies, for bringing me denim at affordable prices

Bottom: Gap too long skinny legs

Accessory: I forgot to ‘hold’ my bag, however I promise I will be slinging my little dark denim with red piping bag over my shoulder as I head off to work

Day 193: Sunday 8 November

ALERT!!!

If you feel uncomfortable seeing me with not a lot on then do not read this blog. I promise no nudity, but I don’t promise good taste… back to the blog

Today was very drizzly and humid up at Mangrove Creek.

After yesterday’s mega exertion I was taking it pretty easy today. Just a quiet bit of pruning, a bit of a wander around, then resting, some more eating (and drinking) before packing up and heading back to Sydney.

When I got home I collapsed, before finally rousing myself to hit the blog.

Dog tired and the dog is too

Top: Fletcher Jeans jacket. I guiltily admit it was first time today I had worn a denim top… it was 5.30pm!!

Bottom: From where I’m sitting the ‘Love Your Denim’ jeans are disgustingly filthy with food, smoke and sweat

Accessory: Aaaah, my feet luxuriate in the comfort of the denim birkenstocks

If you look closely at the picture above you will see my head resting on something. Something denim, something in 3 parts, something long promised and threatened. Something I needed and finally received.

This denim-in-three-parts gift looks better from behind, IMHO

What do you think friends are for?

There are times I suspect the role of friends is to make fun of you, tease you, perhaps even humiliate you and laugh at you. Why else would a friend give me a denim thong?

I acknowledge the thong is well crafted but does anyone honestly think I’d be caught dead on Bondi Beach, or any other beach,  with 90% of my arse hanging out???

One of the other parts of this 3 part gift is a beautifully made pair of denim shorts, so useful, so cute.

The final part, which you can see from the picture above, is a denim bikini top.

Having spent my entire adolescence with scabs on my chest from where my bikini strings chafed I am not sure how frequently or for how long I can wear the denim bikini top.

It’s exquisitely made in an incredibly thick, inflexible, non-stretch denim. Just looking at it makes my nipples wince.

However I have promised a giver of the gift, that I will get a picture of me in this outfit, on my surfboard ASAP, scabs or not! Chafed or smooth, irritated or just plain uncomfortable, it’s the giving that counts and while it is provocative, this is one of the most thoughtful YOD gifts I have yet to recieve.

So thanks to all those who contributed: the unknown (to me) seamstress, Monsieur BB and of course HRH.

Day 192: Saturday 7 November

After a night of massive food and alcohol consumption we did manage to get up quite early and make it to Brooklyn in time for the 8:37am train. Which was cancelled.

Not to worry, there’s a courtesy bus, which Jack politely and foolishly tried to pay for once we arrived at Cowan.

I started out looking perky, I finished looking pruney

Top: Lee denim shirt. I wore it from about 7am till about 9.30am, then from about 2.30pm until bedtime

Bottom: Love Your Denims looking quite clean at this stage

Accessory: Denim visor, worn ALL day, guaranteed

Somehow we negotiated the trickiest part of the walk: how to get across the train tracks at Cowan while there’s track work in progress.

Then we were off over the freeway and down into some lovely gullies and valleys and rocks and trees and flowers and and and… leeches. Bluech.

Eventually we made it down to Jerusalem Bay, where we had a swim, some of us Sirens style, some of us more modestly clad.

The call of the siren is irresistable

Then the real walking began. Up, up, up and up, eventually onto a fire trail that we followed all the way back to Brooklyn, some 5 hours after we started from Cowan. The last part was a bit boring, not helped by all of us running out of water (stupid) about 1-1/2 hours from the end.

We staggered into the Angler’s Rest at Brooklyn and each downed about a litre of water and a beer before heading back to Mangrove Creek for more food and booze.

Geez some of the walk was lovely. Lots of wild flowers were still out. It was green from the rain, not too hot, and there weren’t many others on the trail. One bloke coming back the other way told us he had run most of the way to Brooklyn, and was taking it a bit easer on the way back to Cowan. Braggard.

Some wild flowers and a dead bug, all beautiful

Day 191: Friday 6 November

Up up and away nice an early again.

I’m a little shocked at how scruffy I look this morning. I do have to go to work at a VERY important intellectually stimulating media organisation. Is this really the best I can do for the office?

Fuck ‘em. It’s the best I can do today.

And just so you know. I am off to Mangrove Creek for the weekend, so no live blog tomorrow.

On Sunday all will be revealed, including, so I have been promised for months, an incredible new denim outfit. A three piece even. I have no idea what it’s going to be. All I know is that if Monsieur BB has ANYTHING to do with it there’s a good chance it will be fashion horror. Too bad I didn’t get whatever IT is last week for Halloween.

On with the show… Keep your fingers crossed for heavy rain tomorrow so we don’t have to do the Cowan to Brooklyn walk.

How does my garden grow? Quite well, thanks

Top: Feltcher Jeans jacket (yes that typo is intentional Mr PN!)

Bottom: Love Your Denim denim jeans plus iron on denim patches

Accessory: Denim shoulder bag. Do the patches count as accessories? Probably not

Day 190: Thursday 5 November

Early mornings are my thing right now. Today I woke up at 5:15. which was fantastic because that way I wasn’t startled when the alarm went off at 6am. Uuurrggh.

Rocking the retro vibe in early morning light

Top: Very vintage pale blue denim shirt + red piping and press studs

Bottom: Vintage styled Ama Zing bell bottoms, all the way from LA

Accessory: Retro styled denim cap, all the way from Queensland via China

Day 189: Wednesday 4 November

The mosquito season officially started last night.

How do I know? I spent the night periodically swatting at them, waking with fright when one would buzz my face and generally lying there wondering “Is that a mosquito?” to every little noise.

Due to the disrupted sleep the bags under my eyes have reached epic proportions. Will bags (under the eyes) ever become attractive? Perhaps there’s a fetish for pouchy dark circles, like yesterday’s ’shrimper’. If anyone knows please inform me.

Like a precious flower I raise my face to the light

Top: Benetton dark blue denim jacket

Bottom: Industrie back denim skinny legs (although I have been informed that the blue & black denim combo is a major fashion faux pas).

Accessory 1: Dark blue denim hand bag with red piping

Accessory 2: Denim gym boots

Day 188: Tuesday 3 November

The word on the street is that today, like me, is going to be hot hot hot.

I will be spending most of the day immersed in air conditioning set to an icy 22 degrees. I suppose I am lucky I have decided that it’s the Year of Denim rather than the Year of Chiffon or the Year of Polyester (although some might say I have lived many Years of Polyester).

But the hot weather does give me the chance to bust out a new short sleeved shirt. Nice

I pose just so, Taxi admires my shoes

Top: VG (Very Good?!?) denim press stud buttoned short sleve shirt. Who said summer is going to be tough??

Bottom: Gap loaners or donators? I can’t recall

Accessory: Mavi shoulder bag, just out of view