I have been living a lie…
Yesterday I was busted out of my denims, although I am still unsure whether khakis are denim or not.
There has been a part of my life I have been keeping a secret. It’s the part where I get up, clamber into my daily denims, take my picture, have brekkie, update my Year of Denim blog, walk the dog, come home, take my denims off and get into an old business shirt and a pair of khaki cargo pants, walk across the back yard into the shed and get really filthy. Playing with clay.
So yesterday a surprise visitor sprung me NOT in denim. This episode shamed me into finally heading out to Tempe tip (local name for Tempe’s large Salvos store) and buying the nastiest, cheapest denim shirt and jeans I could find to wear while getting covered in mud. Here’s me in my shed-wear. I will use this same photo every time I am having my way with clay.
As punishment I am wearing this ‘look’ all day….
Top: Jag Jeans shirt, gawd it’s nasty. I think it’s women’s shirt because the sleeves are really short
Bottom: Urban Supplies men’s jeans, about 4 sizes too large, perfect for the filth coming their way
Accessory: denim beach hat hiding radical bed hair