I poo in blue

August 1, 2010

Thanks to the reader of YoD who pointed out this rather strange ad for Huggies. Really, it is most disturbing. From the adults ‘checking out’ the toddler to the very special lyrics, which include the title of this post “I poo in blue” (or is it that Americanism poop?) and “My diaper is full of chic”.

It’s a disturbing piece of poopie/ borderline pedo propaganda…

So whaddya think?

Will you be dressing your kids in the special edition denim diaper? Or yourself for that matter….


Stealing my thunder

June 30, 2010

What the hell’s going on out there in the big wide world?

There’s a rash of these billboards all around Sydney…

Year of Denim gets mad!

They are trying to steal my tattoed arse pocket idea! I better bloody well hurry up and get it done before the desire completely dissipates. Anyone want to hold my hand and watch my bum being brutalised?

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…

Day 302: Thursday 25 February

February 25, 2010

I am exhausted with all the late nights, early mornings, stimulating 1970s Dolly magazine reading and scanning of feminine hygiene ads from the fore-mentioned Dolly magazines.

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

I was up all night making a special one-off blog on the scent of a woman and why she needs to block it out with a short squirt of fem fresh or Lady Arrid. See it all here…

So today’s blog is short. Me in denim, Taxi in bed. End of story…

Taxi oblivious she is about to be dragged outside

Top: New old jacket, no label, except for some care instructions, Australian made, bought in Nambour

Bottom: Love your Denim scrappy jeans. Looking like a slob today

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots

Accessory 2: Denim bag with fluoro decals

Day 184: Friday 30 October

October 29, 2009

Awesome early evening update

I’m coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show

Cough cough… Just a spot of karaoke rehearsal.


Ruffles + pouches + tranny heels = sexytacular

Here I am all joozed up to celebrate half way through the Year of Denim. Although it seems it doesn’t hold so much interest for other people as it’s only a select group joining me tonight. I wonder if the double denim scared everyone away?

Top: Moschino super tight super ruffled denim shirt

Bottom 1: Where would we be without Supre? Always delivering when it comes to high end street fashion signified in this bubble pouch skirt thing

Bottom 2: The denim leggings.  had to wear them. my bikini line is longer than that skirt!

Accessory: Current most fav shoes, tranny-esque no-name plastic fantastic heels. I hope  don’t ‘break a leg’ tonight

See you in the pits of Echo Point!

And this is what happened down in Echo Point…


Double denim female vocal power chords in full throttle


Siblings murdering music. Ouch, my ears hurt


Trix reveals his inner Karen Carpenter. Our ears bleed


Showy Summer Loving inversion working overtime


Siblings sitting out power singing session


Someone please explain the barbeque tongs sitting on the garbage bin...

184_October_30dFull double denim display post karaoke

I love karaoke. Until a real singer comes along, like  Miss Jane S, then I am simply ashamed at my poor musical ability. More bad singers next time, please, or I’ll ban it.

Bonus picture special…


People young and old embraced double denim to celebrate the half way point of the Year of Denim

I have had a special request for a full frontal of my Half Way Thru the Year of Denim  outfit.

Here it is…


Bonus cleavage, lipstick intact & F*ck Me shoes


Denim office wear for the half way point

Half way point. What a milestone! I can barely believe it myself.

Over the last few days I have been doing a denim inventory. Going through all my bits and pieces, wardrobe, miscellanea, deciding which is my favourite in each category, counting, documenting, wasting time. Check it all out here… Numbers, pictures, most favourite items. And that’s only at the half way point! Fingers crossed I can double the denim by the time April 30 2010 rolls around.

To honour the half way mark today I am wearing clothes and accessories that have attained Most Favourite status.

Check back late this afternoon to see the spectacular and sexy ensemble I will be donning to celebrate the half way point of the Year of Denim. If you care to join me I will be hitting Echo Point Karaoke slum from 9pm tonight, down stairs at 262 Pitt Street. Just remember to wear double denim.

Look for me on Sydney’s mean streets. I’ll be looking hot in quintuple denim. Yep, denim five ways.

You say double denim, I say quintuple!

You say double denim, I say quintuple!

Top 1: Dragstar cool as, so tight I’m getting armpit chafe, mid blue denim vest, a favourite right ow

Top 2: An oldie but a goodie, very vintage fake denim + bananas cowboy shirt, also my fav’ shirt right now

Bottom: Dragstar denim flares: high waist, high fashion, and also allowing the outfit to have that truly double denim touch, as well almost fulfilling my aspiration to own a denim suit

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots, wll concealed by the flares

Accessory 2: Did I say Chanel? I meant DENIM CHANEL handbag

Check back late this afternoon for my incredible karaoke denim wear. All I can say is BUSTY!!!

Day 165: Sunday 11 October

October 11, 2009

We made it back! Alive!

It was very average weather at Mangrove Creek today. Drizzling, cold, boring, miserable.

We had a very brief morning wander before the weather turned. So we watched many episodes of The Wire instead. I’m not sure that a remote river side location, with no phone, no traffic, no people, definitely no urbanity is the right or wrong place to watch a show about the corruption of a city. However, I was engrossed…

Pretending to twitch in an unflattering outfit

Pretending to twitch in an unflattering outfit

Top: Wrangle loaner now in need of a good soak

Bottom: Rider jeans. Yikes, they really are pouchy in a horrible way, so bad they are staying at Mangrove Creek for good

Accessory: Although the sun didn’t shine at all I wore a hat simply so I could fulfil my denim destiny

Day 133: Wednesday 9 September

September 9, 2009

Yikes. I’m still recovering from wearing jeans a size too tight yesterday. As I am off to look at art today thought I’d best dress for serious intellectual pursuits, and comfort. This is about as serious as I get, which is a bit of a worry. What if I have to go for a job interview? A funeral? A wedding? A christening? Denim is fine for dog walking and blogging but what about the real grown up adult world?

Denim and the kangaroo

Denim and the kangaroo

Top: Lakhi pin stripe denim jacket

Bottom: Pin stripe not knickerbockers

Accessory: Denim gym boots, please note the striped socks helping to pull the outfit together