This morning I realised that Christmas is over and that holidays have to come to an end at some point.
How did I know this? Last night I realised my house is the last in Marrickville with the Christmas lights still flashing.
Why can’t Christmas lights be on all year? They are so pretty. And I think mine in particular were extra bonus gorgeous this year. I still can’t believe I didn’t win an award!
But you know what? I cannot be arsed taking them down today. I’ll do it tomorrow. Maybe. Or next week. Or next month. Or at the end of the Year of Denim. Or not at all.
In other exciting news, the Year of Denim’s Chief sub-editor is on the road in the US of A on a denim spotting tour (you have probably noticed the high error rate over the Xmas period). And hasn’t she unearthed some denim/ applique treasures in the home of fashion horror, Las Vegas…
Do you prefer the sumptuous denim twin sets above, or Gillies’ private dressing room triple denim show below?
Ta, Fi. I’ll have ’em all.
Here’s my very own denim triple treat…
Top: Mum’s hand crafted black denim vest
Bottom: Denim fisherman’s pants, for some reason my arse is always peeking out the top
Accessory: Dragstar denim bag, cos I don’t care what the weather man says I’m going to the beach
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s exciting update in which I regale you with tales of cleaning and packing up rope light.