My how time flys when you’re having fun. It’s the beginning of the 5th week, yes count them, FIVE!!!, of My Year of Denim. And the denim is just gushing forth from every corner of, if not the globe and if not Australia, then some areas of Sydney. I don’t know if this flood of denim is caused by climate change, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
However what really trully shocks me is those people (you know who you are) who don’t own any denim! I don’t know what to make of non-denim wearers. I can understand that in certain parts of the world denim is not an ideal fabric, say in the Arctic circle or the tropics of the Mentawis. But here in Sydney, with our moderate year round climate, denim seems to me to be a perfect fabric for most days of the year, as I am setting out to prove on this blog. Apparently Frank Sinatra didn’t own any denim. Not sure what that means or says about him or about jeans, but let us ponder that info for moment or two…
Top: Marcs shiny & thankfully stretchy quite tight smart denim jacket
Bottom: Levi’s straight leg polyester jeans/slacks
Accessory: Jeans bum handbag, my favorite kind, like your carrying around somebody’s arse and putting stuff in it!
And if you are wondering about the dog walking, today I wore my office clothes to walk the dog. There have been some enquiries about the dog and why she hasn’t yet appeared anywhere. The truth is she is, I suspect, rather disinterested in My Year of Denim. If I pay her the usual modelling rates she gets on the dog walks of the world she might deign to appear. Of course she’ll have to be acessorised in denim….
Today’s accessory is what I like to call the denim bum bag, in that it looks like somebody’s bum in a pair of jeans. I have a couple of these hand/bum bags and this is my newest, a gift courtesy of DanH, who I thank very much.
A little later on…
Having caught the train to work this morning I was struck by the incredible design feature of my denim bum bag…. the little pockets are perfect for train tickets!