Day 359: Thursday 22 April

Early morning wake -up call… GET UPP!!!!

Why does waking up at 5.30am mean I always have puffy eyes? A comment on yesterday’s blog suggested I had an ‘Extreme Make-overish’ appearance. Perhaps over night someone has done a little plastic surgery to my eye bags?

Gotta rush, gotta catch that early morning train, cos my baby works from 9 till 5. No, that’s not right. Gosh, I’m gibbering…

Let sleeping dogs lie-in, cos they're old and need their rest

Top: Suit jacket style. I’m going to work so I need to look the ‘business’

Bottom: Skinny Gap jeans, cos I don’t know

Accessory 1: Denim bag. Not one of my favs but I’m trying to share around the last days of denim around my stuff

Accessory 2: Denim gym boots, here to stay. They won’t be going into the St Vincent de Paul’s bag

Day 342: Tuesday 6 April

Hi ho hi ho, it’s off to work I go. You can tell by my serious outfit/ facial expression I mean business. I’m TCB, AOK.

I'm ready, ready for anything except fun

Top: Hillcrest brand, Made in Australia of sanforized cotton, vintage denim jacket. At least I think it’s vintage because A) it’s made in Australia and B)It’s unique style ain’t nothing I’ve seen before

Bottom: Dragstar denim high waisted flares. Always triky for me to wear as I don’t really have a waist

Accessory: Denim bag with red piping, one of the early YoD denim purchases

Day 340: Sunday 4 April

Christ has risen, I think, and so have I, not from the dead just from bed.

A bit of a shock having to get up early and go to work, especially on Easter Sunday.

Anyways. I off to do and Easter egg run before the thrill of starting work.

I contemplate life after holiday. I don't like it

Top: After warmth day and night Sydney is cool so I am wearing a Levi’s denim jacket, first time in denim long sleeves since I last went to work years ago (so it feels)

Bottom: Industrie jeans. Last wore jeans here… the day before my Hat Head holiday

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots last worn… I can’t remember and don’t care

Accessory 2: Mavi little tiny denim bag, useless on holidays cos’ it holds NOTHING

Day 326: Sunday 21 March

Day 7: Week of skirt, skort and dress

I forgot to give my latest movie review yesterday. So here it is…

On Friday night I had the pleasure of watching Sam Raimi’s latest film Drag Me to Hell.

It’s a great return to the horror roots of his Evil Dead films rather than the mainstream success of his Spiderman movies.

The main character, a loans officer in a bank, is gormless and bland not your typical teenager about to get necked horror film character. In a bid to appear tough minded ‘able to make the hard decisions’ she refuses an elderly woman’s pleas for an extension on her house repayments.

The elderly lady gets quite upset and attacks her before being dragged out of the bank by security.  When our heroine leaves the office that evening the old lady is lying in wait and attacks her in the car. A horrible, visceral and hilarious fight between the two women results in the old lady ripping of one of the girl’s coat buttons and putting a curse on it.

Plastic button I curse thee

Fight over.

The fight scene sets up a series of encounters between the old lady and the loan officer in which every time the old lady’s revolting (see the pic above) snaggle toothed dentures fly out she sucks the girl’s chin in a slobbery embrace and the old lady rips out clumps of the girl’s hair. Somehow she manages to do this twice while a corpse and not your traditional horror film reanimated corpse.

After the curse is laid our girl starts to see and hear strange things, shadows racing up her sunny Los Angeles bungalow walls, gates creak, the wind blows and you wonder whether perhaps she is simply going mad.After she gets thrown around her bedroom it’s sort of clear that something wicked this way comes

In a revolting dream sequence the old lady spews maggots all over the heroine before she sits up in bed (sun filled room over looking the  Los Angeles skyline) next to her equally clueless psychologist boyfriend.

Anyways, I don’t want to take the fun out of it and tell you everything cos it is kind of scary in a very sign posted way. But as usual with Raimi he lightens it with laughs by doing something absolutely repulsive.

I enjoyed it immensely, although one of my film watching companions spent nearly the whole film hiding in another room, while the other claimed he could only watch the first 15 minutes alone. So watch it with friends!

I’m off to work now, yes on a Sunday! And don’t I look happy about that?

Sporting a skort, somebody do something about my hair

Top: Mum made denim vest

Bottom: Australian made skort (I know them as kulotes)

Accesory: Little denim bag in the shape of a bum

Day 315: Wednesday 10 March

So I went to see The Hurt Locker last night.

I am very glad Avacrap didn’t win the Best Picture Oscar, but was The Hurt Locker THAT good? Certainly it’s a better film than Avatar, but it’s still a war movie and still engages with many of the banalities and cliches that over flow in American war movies.

Even the way the main character smokes his cigarettes is clichéd, let alone his relationships with his team. The film isn’t boring and being about a bomb disposal unit isn’t too bogged down in gun battles. Although the one gun battle out in the desert drove me nuts.

The American bomb squad run into some British army guys who seem to be free lancing in some way or an elite squad. However the elite Brit squad gets hammered and the salt of the earth US guys have to save the day with their steely eyed resolve. Arrggh.

I gotta go to work , here’s my outfit…

When patterns collide they make beautiful music

Top: Benetton denim jacket. Hot ow but will be just right in the freezer of my employment

Bottom: Sportgirl tight fit jeans

Accessory 1: Denim sandals

Accessory 2: Japanese denim bag

Day 309: Thursday 4 March

I’ve done everything and now this week there’s nothing left to do.

I miss going to the Opera House every day. I miss being nude in the Concert Hall. I miss John Waters, Andy Warhol’s Screen tests and I miss the view of the harbour bridge.

Luckily I have work to fill that void.

Here’s a good shot of yesterday’s photo shirt. It has cars on it! Broommmm! It’s like wearing a shower curtain!

Here’s what I’m wearing today. Casual, invisible commuter styles…

Me, piles of denim, t-shirts, leopard skin painting

Top: White denim jacket itching to get filthy

Bottom: Gap skinny legs

Accessory: Lightfoot Studios hand crafted denim bag loaner

Day 301: Wednesday 24 February

From rotating over Sydney at The Summit to dragging myself out of bed in the mean streets of Marrickville, because that is how we roll (to quote a work chum).

I’ve rolled out of bed VERY early (see those pouchey eyes!) just to blog YoD before work, cos I know how excited people are by each day’s revelatory denim outfit.

Anyways, I have been searching through some old 1970s Dolly magazines for fashion inspiration. However, Dolly circa 1974 is rather low on the fashion spreads but strangely high on the ‘feminine odour’ ads. What a great way to undermine a teenage girl, tell her she has a stinky box!

If I get my act together I’ll scan ‘em so you too can see the 1970s’ obsession with the smell of adolescent girls.

Me and my Dollys, still age inappropriate reading

Top: Target brand tailored denim jacket

Bottom: Spykar white denim jeans

Accessory 1: Denim half sneakers

Accessory 2: Denim travel bag

Day 295: Thursday 18 February

And another very early morning does nothing for my puffy eye situation.

Gawd. Blog was interrupted by cat having an early morning, very revolting vomit. A nice way to start the day. Very.

And if you were wondering why my hair always looks greasy it’s because I have to suppress the bed head with water, not oil. Later on in the day it will return to it’s lovely fluffy buoyant self. Sort of.

My mind is blank and so is my face, so let’s get on with it…

Whaddya mean I have to go to work

Top: White denim jacket, cos it’s a nice day for… white denim (misquoting Billy Idol)

Bottom: Industrie too long skinny style jeans, but not so skinny my beer belly flops out the top

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots. I still haven’t got the Levi’s sneakers I promised to buy myself. With only 10 week of YoD remaining there hardly seems any point. Or does there????

Accessory 2: Denim bag cleverly crafted by Lightfoot Studio. Chic

Day 285: Monday 8 February

Arrgghh!

Updating three blogs in one day is both tedious AND boring.

But the blog must go on…

So I woke up this morning after recovering from a complete and utter painful Satyricon style gorge your-self-sick eat-fest day.

Culburra was still overcast and grey but not quite as overcast and grey as the past few days. Unfortunately the surf had vanished up at Penguin Head but was still quite forcefully dumping on the beach, where we went for a swim and got some bonus exfoliating with all the weed in the water.

Then we force fed ourselves again, before packing up and heading back to Sydney.

We stopped at Shoalhaven Heads and I got Her Royal Highness to take the blog photo. Here it is. Don’t worry about the deja-vu. This is almost exactly the same as yesterday’s outfit. New undies, new/old t-shirt…

Me on Seven Mile Beach. Thanks HRH for the photo

Top: Yes, it IS the Supre vest AGAIN

Bottom: YES, it is the Gap jeans again

Accessory: YES, my denim wallet is in my back pocket

Then we got back in the car and drove to the other end of the beach, Geroa, to have coffee and hot chocolate. And then we just tootled back along the highway to Sydney.

After dropping the girls home I too went home, showered, changed, unpacked the esky, took  another blog photo and left for work.

Here’s what I’m wearing as I write this blog tonight when I should be doing stuff for a very important media organisation… Don’t tell anyone…

Four eyed shot Action shot of me climbing into fresh denim

Top: White denim jacket, freshly laundered

Bottom: Levi’s flares, quite clean I beleive

Accessory: Denim shoulder bag containing denim wallet and diary

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