Day 280: Wednesday 3 February

Gee whiz. People really don’t give a rats care about the blog! I have had phone calls and text messages galore (2) worrying that I had gone into some kind of allergic shock to the blue bottle kiss yesterday.

Where’s the blog, was the cry! Are you alright, was another cry! Are you dead? Hospitalised?

No. None of that. I have been busy polishing the House of YoD for it’s annual inspection and knew that I would be updating the blog for my evening wear so was intending to just do it all later. However I have responded to the audience’s demands and I am rushing a post through, which will then be updated in another hour or so when I dress for the meat eating fest I am going to in the early evening. Ribs anyone??!?

Here’s my cleaning lady outfit…

Due to popular demand here I am, wham bam, not glam

Top: Supre vest getting loaded with sweat

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts, clean when  put ‘em on, filthy now

Accessory: My denim wallet came with me when I took Taxi the dog for walk this morning

Eating out outfit…

Eating out at a gorge yourself meat-eating competition means I need to be thoughtful about what I wear.

If I wear super loose clothes will that encourage me to eat even more?

If  wear super tight clothes will that make me feel sick and force me to regurgitate when I inevitably over eat?

It’s a fine balance one has to achieve…

Do I wear maternity pants or super skinny jeans?

The choice was a hard one between maternity jeans on the left (the come highly recommended by DaHo for yum-cha) which re so comfy you feel naked, or super skinny jeans that act as a kind of tourniquet around you gut, a kind of non-surgical stomach band.

In the end I went for the super skinnys, because as you can see in the picture above, they don’t actually go over my gut, leaving it to expand comfortably as the feast trickles down my gullet all night long…

I am also wearing a tie coz I want to do what they do in American movies when they eat ribs… throw the tie over their shoulder!

Skinny jeans filled out by my fat, with more to come

Top: Stretch denim shirt

Bottom: JJs super skinny stone wash style jeans, zipper fixed so gaping is a thing of the past

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots

Accessory 2: I reckon my tie is kinda fake denim so I reckon it counts in the tally. It’s also got someone else’s name on it. Classy!

Mr Byrne why did you give up this tie? It's lovely

Day 234: Saturday 19 December

It’s midnight and I’m blogging and eating rocky road while I drink a final refreshing cleansing ale before bed.

It’s wrong but feels oh so right.

I don’t think it’s wise, but what the hell. You’re only middle aged once!

The other unwise thing I have done is bow to peer group pressure and done a bit of ‘intimate’ camel toe photography.

It’s a one-off experience, so enjoy it because hopefully I’ll never repeat it.

So anyway…

I had my official Xmas light Xtravaganza Launch.

Quite a crowd of double denimed people turned up thankful for the cooler night.

My first arrivals were the main person and support crew for Fatty Boomsticks in Tokyo, now back in Sydney. And both decked supportively in double denim…

Me in jeggings, Xmas sign and the double denim Newtown crew with bonus pussy (cat)

After the initial arrival a constant drizzle of double denim washed through The Ville. I managed to grab a few pics amongst my furious hostessing including this 3 way double denim & child denim expose…

Girl boy girl boy double denim trio + Ivy with bonus popped collar

The beers are causing some flagging here at the home of YoD. But I have two more pictures to add before nightie night and the morning’s blog…

Firstly is this Double Denim Departure of Tx…

Trix immersed in Xmas lights and double denim

And lastly and most revoltingly is this picture. Me and my fake stonewash jeggings hoicked up the ying yang…

Camel toe was demanded... I supplied

Until the pre-work blog, if I get it together by then…

The Morning After…

Oh dear.

How does one stop oneself blogging and taking horrible personal photos of oneself while drunk?

Isn’t’ drunk blogging illegal? No? Well it should be. For sure.

Being the administrator I COULD remove last night’s jibber. However, in the name of truth in journalism I have decided to keep it posted. A reminder, perhaps, to myself, to leave the computer alone after a lot of beer.

This morning I am both ashamed AND hungover, a pathetic combination all too familiar.

And I have to go to work.

So here’s what I am wearing…

More fashion from Lightfoot Designs + popped collar

Top: The second most recent donation to The Year of Denim (the most recent donation I received last night and is truly, really horrible. I can’t wait to wear it), Lightfoot customised denim vest, pairing nicely with…

Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans, a seamless combo with the vest

Accessory 1: Denim cap (thanks Sue)

Accessory 2: Brand free denim shoulder bag. I like

I hope you have noticed the gorgeous art work hanging above my shoulder. Yes, it is of a man hunting with his dog. The most extraordinary thing about this picture is that it is made from merino wool by the huge talent from Port Macquarie, Marion Scott. I also own a beautiful cat picture made from alpaca wool.

R.I.P Marion. Australian art is a lesser place without you. At least I think she’s dead. Why else would all these incredible art works be hanging up at Port Macquarie Lifeline?