Post Denim Party picture fest

Wow.

Thanks for coming to my end of the Year of Denim Party. You all looked amazing, filling my house to over flowing with denim.

I got up this morning (shattered) to find every surface smeared with either bright blue icing or blue curacao. Everything sticky, and food EVERYWHERE! So much food! Too much food. Cakes all over the place everywhere, denim climbing the walls, bottles strewn around the place (inside and out) and me feeling not right. At all.

But what a night! I had a great time all because of YOU!

Special thanks to Schappylle Scragg for bringing her beautiful self all the way from Smellbourne (her word not mine).

Don’t think I am capable of writing much more today. On to the party picture fest…

This is what the cakes looked like today

Happy birthday to me!

And a cake for the party

This is what the cakes looked like today

Schappylle Scragg with savage pitbull Taxi

Scragg & Jek in matching jeggings

Girls do double denim… It’s all about the eyebrows

Scragg shows off her new blue lipstick. No, that’s blue lips from drinkng Blue Lagoons

Media slaves double denim show down

Lakie’s new look + bonus package is really working for him

Lakie’s big package

Vulnerable pose on the shag

Kate Moss? No, it’s art glamour girl Elizabeth Pulie

A mess of arty types denim style

These cats prove smoking is cool

Pensive Pip poses perfectly

Love and other bruises

RPulie with one hand in my pocket and so LA’s

Manager of Milperra Waters enjoying his success

Pose off denim style, Mark vs Corrine

Upside down Raito’s turning me

Sweet-as denim clad girl hug

MarkS gets to grips with his girls. Literally… can’t you see how hard he is squeezing them?

Scragg does a taste test on RaqO

Sragg goes sniff test on RaqO

No idea what’s going on here, or why

Loving couple share a special moment

PeteNel feeling TeePee’s love… and it’s not soft

Biloela’s finest shows us what he’s made of

Sweethearts giving pussy a squeeze

Jane in her native attire of denim

KiwiVuv is the toughest! And the roughest! And the hottest!

Exs giving the cold denim shoulder

Dad shows of his special party t-shirt

Ant & Bex keep the love burning denim style

S & T eat some party snacks. No wait, that’s poo

Polynesian Princesses go head to head

” Why am I holding a turd? What kind of party is this?” thinks TP quietly to herself

The King of The ‘Ville with his bride

Grumpa shows the correct way to wear doube denim

Hutcho gets to grips with my mum

Something funny goin’ on… is poo coming out or being inserted?

Big pants dance off

Six struggle to get into Sarah’s pants

The battle in Sarah’s pants

Local hoodlums gate-crashed my party

They not only brought piles of food, they brought loads of style too

Glen angry, Vince frotting

I cut the cake whilst tasting

Scragg gropes me + a lemon

Battle of the belly n boob bulges

As you can see by my expression the cake icing is yummy

Rock gods feeling the passion

One two kick, sorry about your nuts Paul

Paul plays with his little choo choo train

Josie’s incredible edible denim pockets

Glen poses with his lovely new handbag

Ps, I love you, you are such a model!

The Guru tastes Josie’s denim pocket

Peter seems strangely worried by Shal’s fervent attentions

Another cake, Thanks Beavis

Shal thinks she can dance

Shall channels FlashDance convincingly

Shal takes Peter’s head off mid routine

The Guru models the pants EVERYONE wanted to get into

I cut some more cake

I eat some more icing very sensually

FiGi & Biloela bringin’ mega attitude

Chesty JP resplendent in Leisuremaster

The pile of denim in my room. Yikes

AnneK gets right into the pocket

Once again, I thank you all for your hard work eating and drinking etc last night. And FYI FiGi is a party ANIMAL!!!!

Day 365: Wednesday 28 April

The End of the Year of Denim celebrations are being readied right this minute. The big questions is exactly WHICH blue cocktail should be served at the function?

When I think blue cocktail Blue Lagoon is the first, in fact, the ONLY cocktail that springs to mind. So I thought a little research was necessary and I reached for my trusty cocktail book…

And you know what? There’s more than one blue flavoured and coloured cocktails…

And last but not least, especially as it has an awesome accompanying image….

Although I am quite partial to this particular cocktail, even though it’s not blue it just sounds, I dunno, nice and something I might enjoy…

So which cocktail should I serve to mark the end of the Year of Denim and to stain my guests’ tongues? I’ll be out tonight ‘test driving’ a few myself. Vote in my poll for what YOU want to drink…

In the meantime I today I am rocking the rock’n'roll tracksuit ala the Canadian Tuxedo, a look so ghastly not even irony will help it. I used a fancy handbag to trick it up, but I don’t think it works. And honestly I don’t know whether I can remain in this combo. I’ll walk the dog and decide…

Is that a bum on your head or are you just an arse?

Top: Classic and genuine Levi’s jacket blending almost seamlessly into…

Bottom: Ben Sherman straight leg jeans, sloppy

Accessory: Chanel (fake??) handbag, not helping this look at all

Nup. That outfit is horrible. I’ve changed in more ways than one. As someone I work with always says “You’ve changed, you used to be cool”.

Here’s my new look, much more appropriate for test driving blue cocktails…

Elegant and stylish is my name

Top: Target, uh huh, suit style jacket

Bottom: Dragstar fully amazing new high waisted flares, still so high waisted I can’t actually do up the the top button

Accessory: I’m sticking with the Chanel handbag. It’s a winner

Day 323: Thursday 18 March

Day 4: Week of Skirt, skort and dress

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…

What do you think? Am I jerri or not?

Day 305: Sunday 28 February

A long night, a short sleep, a hangover.

Gotta get myself together for child minding this arvo.

Check out my not very good or interesting photos from last night’s Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras

Deja-vu anyone? Same terrible music video show. Different breakfast

Top: Dragstar denim vest

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts

Accessory: Denim cap

Yet another evening update

I am so fagged in so many ways, but I’m going out regardless. I care so little I almost didn’t Yod update, but I had 10mins spare before the rain and thought WTF what the hell I’ll blog. Again and again and  again!

Off to see 13 Most Beautiful Songs for Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests.

Here’s my amazingly dull outfit.

Yawnsville man with a face that harkens back to the Week of Gurning

Top: Ladahk striped jacket rediscovered in a pile of denim in the corner of my room

Bottom: Levis flares

Accessory 1: denim shoulder bag

Accessory 2: Denim cap hiding ashamed head of hair

Day 281: Thursday 4 February

Another day, another hangover…

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

Top: Home crafted denim vest

Bottom: JeansWest skirt

Accessory: Denim birkenstocks

Day 268: Friday 22 January

If I sound a little husky it’s because I was performing last night. “In a Sydney Festival event?” I here you ask, well no.

Such an awesome display of vocal prowess SHOULD have been in the Syd Fest, however only those in attendance at Sydney’s premier karaoke dive, Echo Point, got to experience what I bring to a microphone. The raw emotion I can wring from a song, the swoops and trills of my voice in full flight at full throttle, the gorgeous tones I can suck from the splendour that is my voice.

For those of you who have witnessed me in the bowels of a karaoke frenzy will comprehend why I am a little hoarse today.

The night started out demure enough in double denim as these two lovely ladies demonstrate…

Goffers shy in her Kumfs wearing denim & lace

LizP thrilling the hoards of George St with her denim 'n lace combo

We went from these photos of innocence, a couple of ladies enjoying themselves on a summer Sydney night, gorging themselves on all-you-can-eat-sushi (a bargain at $20) to this…

Shrill and blurry... the ladies have 2 turntables and no pitch control

The peak song of the night? In my honest opinion (IMHO for the webbies out there) I think it might have been Madonna’s ‘Ray of Light’.

When Goffers punched it in I admit I was sceptical. Very sceptical. But shouting out the lyrics “And I feel like I just got home” was quite something. Although I suspect the Echo Point girls watching us on the security cameras might have thought otherwise.

Here I am today, off to the beach again, this time with the kids…

Shrugging off a hang-over I ready myself to hit Manly's surf'n sand

Top: Supre lightweight denim vest. Last seen in Lismore I believe

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts, also last seen up at the Northern Rivers

Accessory 1: Denim visor, yes it to was last cited up north

Accessory 2: Denim ‘Aloha America’ travel bag

Day 260: Thursday 14 January

Ouch. Hangover. On a  school night. Who’s to blame? Not me, I am an innocent party.

I blame the stupid tequila shot for my demise. I was fine before that, absolutely fine. Now the evening is blurry and the morning is queasy.

On with the show….

It's a nice day for some white denim (to be sung to Billy Idol's 'White Wedding')

Top: At last, the legendary and mythical white denim jacket (see yesterday’s comments). What is more astounding is that the jacket is a size 8. And I’m not, ever…

Bottom: Levi’s flares, haven’t worn them in ages. They still fit

Accessory: Sweet as denim bag with red piping. I feel warm and fuzzy looking at this bag

Day 247: Friday 1 January

Welcome to the year twenty ten or as it’s usually put… 2010.

I am absolutely trashed ‘n smashed. It’s now 2.30pm and my brain has partially returned from wherever it’s been.

My body was at Lismore’s premier gay and lesbian night of nights, Tropical Fruits. I suspect I had a good time. Once my brain has settled back in I should know for sure. All I can say is that it was a novel experience being ‘out of it’ at 10pm. Although I suspect being ’out of it’ really aided in making the fireworks an incredible display of awe inspiring fire power, dazzle and  old time shock and awe.

Somehow I have to now drive down to t Byron Bay and catch up with an old friend, so here’s pictures…

A very damp pile of sweaty denim the day after the big night out

I thought I’d throw this one in because if you lok at yesterday’s blog you will see how nice I looked when I left. If this web stuff could do odour-ama you would know that I wasn’t looking or smellin’ so nice at 5.30am when I drove (yes drove WTF!!!!???) back home.

Today I look like this…

I am ashamed of my hair and my head hurts but Rubie still likes me

 

Top 1: Levis branded singlet, I reckon it counts, the rest of you can go read the rules if you don’t believe me

Top 2: Supre vest only 2 sizes too smal

Bottom:  Rusty chambre shorts ready to get filthy again

Accessory: Denim Mavi bag, little, nice

 

Day 220: Saturday 5 December

Evening outfit update

I can’t believe I am going out. I can barely think let alone socialise.

However it’s a particular kind of event where I get to wear something very special. Something reminiscent of one of my favs, Angie Dickinson in Police Woman.

Angie sizzling in double denim

However Angie’s outfit seems to be a nice chambre, light weight, comfortable, cotton.

Mine is none of those things.

My outfit is thick polyester/nylon/ acrylic/ sweaty/ but oh so smart. And just the ticket for a blaxpoloitation themed event. I am pretending I am the white lady fuzz ala Angie.

Undercover honky in pure 100% fake denim

Top: Fake denim shirt/jacket perhaps I could call it a shacket?? It’s getting hot in here, I’m gunna take my clothes off, and put on some deodorant

Bottom: I rediscovered this fake denim suit a couple of weeks ago in the St Vincent de Paul bag. I thought I’d sold it at a market. Apparently $10 is too steep for a fake denim safari suit

Accessory 1: gym boots. Even these are uncomfortably sweaty

Accessory 2: Dark denim bag

If you don’t see me in this outfit, you will definitely smell me.

Later…

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Uuugghh.

Those work Christmas parties sure can take it out of a girl.

Shabby as.

Mind is a blank too so I’ve got nothing to say because a picture tells 1000 words so the cliché goes.

If I had something to say this is where I'd say it

Top: Made by Mum black denim vest

Bottom: Made in a sweatshop somewhere in China Levi’s flares

Accessory: Made in QLD denim cap

Day 58: Friday 26 June

I have thrown off the shackles of yesterday’s hangover and I’m ready to seize the day. But then I hear that Michael Jackson has died and I’m sad.

Poor rich Michael. So strange, so messed up. My outfit today has nothing to do with Michael Jackson. Maybe I should go and put 1 glove on…

Because I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it

Top: Joe’s Jeans jacket, the buttons JUST manage to do up

Bottom: Donated Just Jeans red jeans. I took the hem down. I think they look better longer

Accessory: little black denim cap, a gift, a treat