Alrighty then. It’s the start of a new week, a new page, a new blog entry. A new approach to living.
Not quite, pretty much the same old approach as before with extra denim for spice. I am liking the marginally warmer weather. It means I don’t have to wear anything over or under my denims. Speaking of under denims, being a dirty slack lazy so-and-so usually when I buy a new slice of charity shop denim I don’t wash it. If it looks clean it is clean. I’ve never bothered to sniff second hand denim.
However, someone, a regular reader of this blog, recently informed me they go commando under their denims. I was shocked! The more I thought about it the more shocked I became. For one thing jeans’ seams are so, well, bulky and ill-placed for female genitalia. For myself I need that thin piece of cotton to protect me from the roughness of that item originally made for the miners on the goldfields, denim jeans.
Now I feel like I really SHOULD wash second hand denim, coz you just don’t know what people get up to under their jeans…
Top: Wrangler denim jacket, on loan, lovely and worn, unwashed
Bottom: Rider jeans, bought new, phew
Accessory: Mavi denim bag, still unclean, but how dirty can a hand bag get?
Here’s a closer look at that Mavi bag. It’s so small and not very useful but oh so cute.