To tattoo or not to tattoo

May 25, 2010

So I have been prevaricating, squabbling internally, procrastinating about getting a tattoo to commemorate The Year of Denim.

A few people have waded in with their opinions. What to get, where to get it (on my body), where to get it DONE (tattoo parlour).

Some people have sent me suggestions like this one…

zipper tattoo

Did you know your fly is coming undone?

However I have really mentally committed to getting a jeans pocket on my bum. However it seems I’m not the first with that idea. Hopefully mine won’t be as ghastly as this one… (now removed).

I don’t know what is wrong with the tattoo above. All I know is that it’s truly nasty.

I do, however, quite like Amy Winehouse’s breast pocket tattoo, although I think she would have been better off leaving out her (ex??) husband’s name.

I have also toyed with the idea of getting creepy Baby Blue Jean tattooed on my arm. However any person with a child’s or baby’s face tattooed ANYWHERE on there body is a creep. The tattoos are really creepy too and can you imagine how horrible they will look once you get saggy at 60+??

IS this really the best way to prove you love your kids?

But I thought what the hell, there’s nothing wrong with trying before you buy is there? So here’s me with Baby Blue Jean (read more about BBJ here) embodied permanently in cyberspace on my arm. Revolting

I love you Baby Blue Jean. Forever. No really, forever. Truly, madly, ghastly

And now you are in for a real treat. It’s taken me quite some time, and a lot of fortitude, to reach this moment.

The other day I took a photo of my arse (ass if you are from the USA). Woah.

If I thought tattooing a child on your arm was ugly how little prepared was I to see my arse all up in my face. What a shock. Whose old lady buttocks are those?? They surely cannot be mine. There’s been some kind of arse swapping going on and somebody stole mine and subsituted it for whatever the hell you call this…

Year of Denim arse tattoo

Cunningly cropped cheek shot hides full horror of my behind

Anyway. That’s something like what I am thinking my arse pocket tattoo should look like.

Other tattoo suggestions include:

Carmelita’s thoughts…
Some well placed rivets or metal buttons or pearl snaps?
Or just the cuff of denim shirt round the wrist?
A bit of selvedge somewhere at the ankle, or double line of orange stitching?
Fave brand pocket stitching?
I am assuming you don’t want to go full back-job crazy?

Yes, Carmelita, you assumed correctly

HRH thoughtful proposition
Get a barcode on your bum!   
My response to that is I’m not a product or a brand (well ok, maybe YoD is a bit of brand)

Tattoo parlour suggestions include:

Illustrated Man as it’s “Go traditional, go old school, go The Illustrated Man on Elizabeth St. Walking distance from work, even.” Thanks FiGi

inner vision! inner vision! inner vision! Zoo, I assume the three times mention means I should go there?

Now there’s no excuse. Tattoo me here I come…


Every day, now with a soundtrack!

May 24, 2010

You asked for it, so here it is.

Every outfit of every day of the Year of Denim now with matching and very appropriate soundtrack.

Special thanks to Marty Rhone’s “Mean Pair of Jeans” slightly butchered.


In case you missed it…

May 19, 2010

If you were feeling nostalgic for the Year of Denim, or you missed it all together THIS is the blog where you get to see very outfit I wore through the year. Well, every outfit that made it on to the blog that is.

Yes, there were  a few choice looks that I didn’t post. You are going to have to imagine what I was wearing in those mystery moments…


The gifts keep coming

May 13, 2010

The Year of Denim is now nearly 2 weeks in the past and sometimes it feels like it never happened at all, apart from the small matter of my daily struggle to NOT wear 3 pieces of denim.

And then something special happens, like today for instance.

A friend from many years ago and I have recently become reacquainted. She said to me a number of times “I have something very special to give you for the Year of Denim”.

I assumed it was some amazing denim wearable thing. But no! It is something way more incredible than that.

It’s this…

Year of Denim: Blue Jean baby

Blue Jean baby definitely make her blue jeans talk, but what are they saying?

Can you believe it? I can’t. It’s incredible! It’s handcrafted denim suit for one of those freaky dolls that drink and wee!

Check out the rear view. It’s almost sexy…

Baby Blue Jean is a little on the gimpy side from behind

Oh yeah! Baby Gimp strapped into a denim playsuit!

Helen McLean you are a true artist. How you could doubt it I do not know!

So even though YoD is over,  denim goes on and on and on…


The blog must go on

May 8, 2010

It’s been a week since I last wrote a few pithy words and I must say I’ve missed my daily jibber. I’ve missed having to  make an effort choosing what to wear and I’ve missed checking the blog 1000 times a day to see if anyone is reading it or has left a comment.

In my media day job the company has just set a 1 hour a day time limit in looking at certain websites, including this one. Was it coincidence that the Year of Denim had finished or was there a nerd somewhere waiting for the end of YoD before implementing these changes?

I like to think the latter.

There has been many questions about YoD’s future. Will YoD continue? What Year of will you do next? Do you still like denim? What are you going to do with all those clothes?

Plus there are questions I ask myself, why did nobody eat my denim coloured dips being the big one.

In the meantime I’ll be doing some more irregular updates to YoD right here.

I have some loose ends to tie up. I have a tattoo I want to get to mark the Year of Denim, I need to get rid of the huge pile of denim on my bedroom floor, and I have lots of blue cheese in my fridge that needs to be eaten, I want people to tell me what tattoo artist I should go to and I want people to advice me on the what tattoo to get. But that’s in the near future, in the meantime remember that I’ll be forever in blue jeans…


First day of no denim

May 3, 2010

Although the Year of Denim officially came to a halt on Friday 30th April I have still worn at least one piece of denim every day since…

Except for today.

Finally I have thrown off the shackles of denim, gone cold turkey and QUIT! Except for the next time I wear denim. And as my wardrobe is now three quarters denim it’s gunna be slim pickings finding alternative cloths to wear.

After the Year of Denim

I pose with the clothes I used to wear

At Saturday night’s End of the Year of Denim bash being too busy carousing or pretending I was a noted fashion photographer (see yesterday’s blog) I didn’t take any general party scene photos. I didn’t photograph any of the lovely blue dips I made that nobody ate and I didn’t photograph my party decorations which consisted of me hanging some of my fav’ denim pieces around the walls…

After the Year of Denim

Post party denim decorations


Post Denim Party picture fest

May 2, 2010

Wow.

Thanks for coming to my end of the Year of Denim Party. You all looked amazing, filling my house to over flowing with denim.

I got up this morning (shattered) to find every surface smeared with either bright blue icing or blue curacao. Everything sticky, and food EVERYWHERE! So much food! Too much food. Cakes all over the place everywhere, denim climbing the walls, bottles strewn around the place (inside and out) and me feeling not right. At all.

But what a night! I had a great time all because of YOU!

Special thanks to Schappylle Scragg for bringing her beautiful self all the way from Smellbourne (her word not mine).

Don’t think I am capable of writing much more today. On to the party picture fest…

Year of Denim cakes, after the party

This is what the cakes looked like today

Once again, I thank you all for your hard work eating and drinking etc last night. And FYI FiGi is a party ANIMAL!!!!