Gee whiz. People really don’t give a rats care about the blog! I have had phone calls and text messages galore (2) worrying that I had gone into some kind of allergic shock to the blue bottle kiss yesterday.
Where’s the blog, was the cry! Are you alright, was another cry! Are you dead? Hospitalised?
No. None of that. I have been busy polishing the House of YoD for it’s annual inspection and knew that I would be updating the blog for my evening wear so was intending to just do it all later. However I have responded to the audience’s demands and I am rushing a post through, which will then be updated in another hour or so when I dress for the meat eating fest I am going to in the early evening. Ribs anyone??!?
Here’s my cleaning lady outfit…
Top: Supre vest getting loaded with sweat
Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts, clean when put ’em on, filthy now
Accessory: My denim wallet came with me when I took Taxi the dog for walk this morning
Eating out outfit…
Eating out at a gorge yourself meat-eating competition means I need to be thoughtful about what I wear.
If I wear super loose clothes will that encourage me to eat even more?
If wear super tight clothes will that make me feel sick and force me to regurgitate when I inevitably over eat?
It’s a fine balance one has to achieve…
The choice was a hard one between maternity jeans on the left (the come highly recommended by DaHo for yum-cha) which re so comfy you feel naked, or super skinny jeans that act as a kind of tourniquet around you gut, a kind of non-surgical stomach band.
In the end I went for the super skinnys, because as you can see in the picture above, they don’t actually go over my gut, leaving it to expand comfortably as the feast trickles down my gullet all night long…
I am also wearing a tie coz I want to do what they do in American movies when they eat ribs… throw the tie over their shoulder!
Top: Stretch denim shirt
Bottom: JJs super skinny stone wash style jeans, zipper fixed so gaping is a thing of the past
Accessory 1: Denim gym boots
Accessory 2: I reckon my tie is kinda fake denim so I reckon it counts in the tally. It’s also got someone else’s name on it. Classy!