Another landmark has been reached in the Year of Denim: 200 days of triple denim wearing without a break or respite.
Is this a Guinness World Record? Somebody do the research! I can’t! I’m too busy breaking records!
It would be reasonable to think that I had something planned for this momentous occasion. But I don’t. I had intended to throw a double denim bbq but life got in the way. And that very same life means that today, rather than celebrating 200 days of denim, I am sorting through my possessions.
Not to worry. I still look gooooorgeous.
I don’t think I gave my new Mum-made vest enough of a plug yesterday so I am wearing it again, this time with a close-up so it can be seen in glorious detail…
Top: Mum-made black denim vest with red stitching. Sweet
Bottom: JeansWest black n bleached denim mini, also with red stitching, so now I’m wearing a twin set!
Accessory 1: Denim Birkenstocks, comfort AND style, although many would debate the ‘style’ part of that statement
Accessory 2: Mavi denim bag. I was too lazy to unpack it from yesterday
Thanks Mum. Now let’s get on to making me a denim suit!
Although yesterday, with all the pecking through posessions, a rare fake denim item was unearthed. An item I thought I had flogged at a market months before the idea of YoD had germinated. Something so precious my regret at THINKING I had sold it was a bottomless well of remorse.
What IS it I hear the denim hordes and fashion frenzied ask???
A fake patchwork denim polyester OR crimpolene (either way mega nasty) short sleeved suit!!
If the humidity lifts between now and Christmas I’ll wear it.
Even though it is a suit somehow I don’t think it’s suitable office wear. It is super tempting to wear it to work because the office has air con, unlike the sweat box where I am blogging from. Has anyone tried wearing a polyester suit in 100% humidity? It ain’t gunna be pretty. But worse is it ain’t gunna smell pretty.