Thanks to everyone who dropped in at the Shakie last night to wish me happy birthday and perve on my denimness.
I especially want to thank those who came bearing the gift of denim, either by wearing it or by giving it… to me. Thank you all heaps from the bottom of my denim clad heart. I was particularly touched by your interest in denim, and I will endeavour to keep the flame of my Year of Denim burning hot for the next 12 months.
However… I drank too much and feel a little hazy this morning. Those denim wedgies have butchered my feet and I may never walk the same. Karaoke has burnt a hole in my vocal chords. I sound a little like Kim Carne, without the Betty Davis eyes.
But I am up! And I am blogging!
And I am wearing denim. But it’s pretty schleppy.
Top: Fletcher Jones denim jacket I bought 15 years ago from Manly markets, so it’s gotta be at least 25 years old. With zipper pockets!
Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans bought recently at Maroubra St Vinnies
Accessory: Look closely at my hands…. a tiny denim shoe key ring (ta AK)
Here it is close up….