Gosh, I’m so old. The Year of Denim is now into it’s 83rd day, without a single day unblogged. What do I get for this thankless task? I get nasty comments about my beach hat! Here I am doing a great public service, bringing all that denim to light, digging through the denim archives to reveal denim’s hidden depths, exploiting my dog’s itchy arse, keeping the home fires irritated with my denim dementia, filling up the house with denim donations, handbags and, apparently, very unflattering hats.
I am quite willing to put that denim beach hat back into the op-shop cycle, but not until I find a replacement. In fact, I am going to take a poll….
Anyway. Here’s the first of today’s two outfits…
Top: Fletcher Jeans denim jacket, well loved and a keeper
Bottom: Denim donation from Steph (Thank you very much) “Love Your Denim” holey flares
Accessory: Another denim donation from the House of Viv, black denim cap with studding
This outfit was worn to walk the dog and have a coffee at the local caf’. Now I am working in the garden so it’s into work clothes for the next few hours…
Top: Last seen covered in clay, Jag jeans light denim shirt, yuck
Bottom: Urban Supplies gigantic jeans
Accessory: Now the beach hat has been banned I am forced to wear, against my better judgement, my denim visor. If it gets nasty sweat stains, it’s on your head, PN!