So it’s all over, I don’t have to blog everyday, or ever again, and certainly not about denim. However there will be a few loose ends to tie up. For instance, tonight’s celebration of the End of The Year of Denim will have to have a blog, with a picture spectacular of all the double denim guests.
So that will be coming in the next couple of days. And I have to thank my flatmate JKM for constructing me this incredible cake. So delicious, so sweet, so pretty.
The cake, on the other hand, well see for yourselves…
What is up with Sydney’s weather right now? How beautiful are the mornings? Am I starting to rant like a maniac on this topic? Do I have nothing else to talk about?
I could regale you with my drinking and eating tales over the last week, just don’t ask me how many times have eaten Vietnamese. Oh what the hell, I’m on a roll now.
I ate Vietnamese at my favourite local restaurant Hanoi Quan three times in 4 days. All of it was sensational. One night was marred by a post-eating visit to the ghastly local pub. Why doesn’t Marrickville have a decent pub? Why??
And last night, still nursing a slight hang-over from the night before I met the girls at a place I hope NEVER becomes my drinking den of choice, The Establishment.
After an expensive vodka, lime and soda we went upstairs to eat at est. on a $33 + glass of wine deal. My food was delicious but not quite enough.
So we left there and went next door and up 47 storeys to one of my favourite places in Sydney’s CBD The Summit for another cocktail.
Phew. Liver cleansing for me over the next week. I’m exhausted.
As the song goes, sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Top: Part 1 of my Dragstar twin set today, the distressed denim vest
Bottom: Part 2 of the twin set, Dragstar denim skirt
Accessory: Mambo two-tone denim bag full of denim bits & pieces: my denim diary, my denim wallet, my denim jeggings for yoga this evening, my denim tampon baggie
Update
I have just read the comment that suggest I look like a school girl. At 42 (nearly 43!!) I suddenly felt like Jerri Blank from that awesome television show starring the beautiful and amazing Amy Sedaris, Strangers With Candy. She’s an old lesbian who goes back to high school after a 20 year break…
In Canberra I went to CCAS and I got lost and confused in the Museum of Australia before heading back to Sydney. The exhibition at CCAS was pretty good, taken from their emerging artists residency program from 2009. I didn’t get anything at the markets there though as I have been winding down the denim purchasing unless it’s something spectacular, and truly , there wasn’t anything spectacular.
Me and the girls fanged it back up the Hume Highway to Sydney and as soon as I got home I got straight back n the car and drove to watch the opening footy game of the season for the Newtown Jets at Henson Park.
And it was a pretty good game. Lots of tries, the Oh Errol girls were working the crowd doing vox-pops, the sausages were sizzling, the KB beer was cold and the company was witty.
Then it rained and we watched the last 5 minutes of the game from the comfort of the car. Yes! At Henson Park you can park around the edge of th oval and watch the game FROM YOUR CAR!!!
Then there was a North Sydney Bears streaker!
Then the Jets opponents, the Tigers, scored a drop goal meaning the score went to Jets 30, Tigers 31. Then the game was over.Phew I’m exhausted just writing all that.
But wait, there’s more. I rushed home to entertain a couple of friends for the John Waters tribute night at my house. After fuelling up on super delicious garlic chilli explosive Vietnamese food we settled down to watch 2 of the most… I can’t fond the words… hilarious? awful? ghastly? appalling? fantastic? revolting? films ever made: Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble.
Both starring the amazing (R.I.P) Divine, the edgy Mink Stole and the bizarre Edith Massey. After watching those films again last night, for probably the 10th time, it really struck me that Divine was an actor. Out of all the people in the film she is the only one who is acting. The rest of them shout at the camera.
So. Who wants to be famous and who wants to die for art?
In no way can I match John Waters’ vision, Divine’s beauty, Mink Stole’s anger or Edith Massey’s kookiness. So haven’t even tried…
I've got lots of trouble, female trouble, and so does Taxi
What is it about workmates and alcohol? They fit together like hand & glove, Steptoe & Son, Peaches & Herb, Womack & Womack.
So anyway. We went to the northside of the harbour for a meat filled booze fest. Then we went to the meat market (The Oaks) for some more booze. Then two of us went to the inner west for even more booze, and now I am quite quite seedy.
Here’s how I ate…
Sinking my fangs into ribs
I wasn’t the only rib muncher, in fact my portion was quite modest unlike some people’s….
That last rib might have tipped Tim over the edge
After all that meat eating we needed a good quality refresher towel, which the restaurant provided…
They say it cools AND dries
Which leaves me to the now. I just had some dumplings for breakfast (excellent hangover food), and now I am ready to lie around watching some dvds. What a slack mole…
Face like a cat's bum. Whoops, that's not my face that IS the cat's bum
I’m off to Yum Cha today. However, for some foolish reason, rather than wearing the maternity jeans given to me with the statement “They are great for yum cha” I have gone for super snug fit jeans with bonus visible muffin because of a short shirt.
What a fool?!? Oh well. Maybe tight pants will halt the usual super gorge fest YoD revels in. Doubtful, but you never know.
In other news I am still furiously working on my very special Christmas light display. But shit keeps getting in the way. I’ll never get it done! Aaarrgghhh!
Pretty pre-yum-cha gurn posture
Top: VG Jeans prettily press studded ladies shirt, cos I’m a little bit cuntry and I’m a little bit western
Bottom: Miss Sixty oh so tight shorty jeans with gut spill
Accessory: Itty bitty denim thongs
Gurn: It seems to me that I can’t gurn unless my eyes are rolled back in my head, so once again it’s zombie style. I’m calling it the Pretentious Zombie
Well last night sure was something.
Freebies are a mixed blessing that’s for sure.
Free tickets to see State of Origin 2=hurrah!
Free alcohol in the Legends bar= oh no, I feel off right now, pass the Berocca
And NSW lost as well. Whatever. The Blues are blue again.
My eyes are very puffy, not from crying, from drinking that free beer. I ate some funny food too. Meat on a stick, indefinable deep fried balls of something, bread with crumbs on top and mini burgers.
Here’s my ‘connection’ chowing down on a mini burger. Mini burgers! Tiny eensy little baby burgers that you can easily hold in one hand while you hold your drink in the other hand! How awesome!
Work chum demonstrates double handed mini burger eating technique
I suppose I should post a picture of me and today’s denim do looking, feeling, being shabby…
Still life in denim with office chair and dog shaped door sock
Top 1: Psychedelic country fake denim with bananas shirt
Top 2: Benetton denim jacket, cuffs rolled back to show off denim banana details
Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans, in need of washing, too bad
Accessory: Denim shoulder bag
Now I REALLY am off to the shop to get Berocca. Looking forward to that peculiar coloured urine afterwards too…
It’s Sunday, traditionally that’s a quiet, laze around the house kind of day requiring a single denim outfit. However, today requires 2 outfits: 1 for yum-cha and 1 for my return visit to the theatre to see the second part of Gatz.
As yum-cha is a middle of the day affair, and it’s sunday, I have gone for a super cas’ look accentuated by a pair of jeans, which initially I was a little taken aback when they were given to me… because they are maternity jeans. I’m not pregnant, and while a little above average in BMI I can still fit into your regular sizes. As the giver DH told me “They are great for yum-cha”. So I am going to give them a whirl, take ‘em for a spin and see how they handle. So far I acknowledge the stretchy waist band is oh-so comfy but the jeans do have a tendency to drift south.
Showing of that elastic waist band as E.T phones home in string art
Top: It’s the weekend of the vest and today I have busted out the dark denim of my M.S.K made in Oz waistcoat/vest thang
Bottom: Revealed are the afore mentioned maternity jeans in all their elastic waisted splendour. I will report on their functionality sometime in the future
Accessory: black denim cap, good for suppressing Sunday morning hair
Black denim cap matches up well with needepoint lion
Early evening outfit update
I must say that those maternity pants ARE a God send at yumcha. I felt as if I was wearing nothing downstairs. Which is very differnt from the usual painful tourniquet I experience after a serious gorge-fest.
Here’s my evening cultural expeerience outfit. I have stuck to the weekend’s theme of vested interests by wearing the other Dragstar vest, which was described to me as ‘deconstructed’ due to it’s unfinished edges.
Weekend's thematic is continued with the Dragstar vest over Levi's with a handbag I have forgotten to hold
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