Day 358: Wednesday 21 April

April 21, 2010

What a surprise! I don’t have a hangover this morning. Not that I wake up EVERY day with a hangover and so that NOT having one is cause for remark.

No. It’s that I went out on the town (if you can call Petersham ‘The Town’), had a pretty delicious Portugese dinner, which kindly shredded the roof of my mouth, drank a fair bit. Then decided, no, we need MORE drinks! So off to Newtown for a few nightcaps at The Bank (boring), then a couple more at the Town and Country (where the atmosphere is great (thanks to Slim Dusty)). Then finally home.

As I first said, what a surprise I am NOT hung-over. In fact I look down right perky this misty morning.

Misty hippy apparition in the front yard

Top: Thanks Supre for all your cheap denim, including this distressed style vest

Bottom: Cut-offs, hell yeah

Accessory 1: Denim birkies singing into the grass

Accessory 2: Denim head scarf

I’m off to walk the dog and go for a snorkel, and who knows I might even change my outfit for my movie date this afternoon.

Oh and quick reminder….


Day 344: Thursday 8 April

April 8, 2010

Today marks a return to a less Mormon sense of style. It’s a bit more typical of a Year of Denim outfit, which I acknowledge, has not been too heavy on the dresses or skirts.

And I suppose there is a huge clamouring to know if I stayed IN the Mormon dress all day. The answer is no. The reason? In that dress I walked the dog down at the scenic and majestic Cook River, the Mississippi if the inner west, and yesterday was a dewy sort of a morning, and that dress is long, and that dress soaked up an awful lot of moisture across it’s bottom 2 inches.

It felt revolting having this damp denim slapping up against my ankles, however I persevered in wearing it. Then, in excellent housewife fashion, which you all have to admit I was dressed for yesterday, I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen IN THAT FROCK.

By the time I finished it stank and I stank. So I changed into another dress. Of course being idiotic I didn’t photograph the new frock, but let me say that it wasn’t so comfortable to wear either. It has 10 press studs down the front doing it up. Every time I sit down the bottom 3 studs pop open, with one stud over my muff being permanently open.

Even though I wasn’t comfortable in my Mormon dress yesterday you will be happy to know that I was no more comfortable in a dress I felt was more my style.

Here I am today,practically invisible…

Me and the milkcrates watch the weather

Top: Black denim vest, hand crafted

Bottom: Miss Sixty too tight muffin top jeans

Accessory 1: Off to the beach so a hat seems sensible

Accessory 2: American Airlines travel bag, denim


Day 339: Saturday 3 April

April 4, 2010

Whoops. I forgot to publish this last night…

So today we packed up and headed back to Sydney. Now I’m so sad.

Here I my final moments in Hat Head captured in time…

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What I wore to the club, PN won meat, my hair looks like Warren Beatty's

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Last night's moon rising over the Hat

The Hat at 9am before my final surf today

As I type the rain has started coming down in Marrickville, it’s almost cold and my sand fly bites are really kicking in. The unpacking needs to be done, I have to fancy up the kids’ Easter eggs, make some dinner and mentally prepare myself for work tomorrow morning. As you can see, I’m loving being back home…

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Oh joy at my return... So much stuff for so little time away

Top: Filthy chambre vest

Bottom: New op shop stripy skirt purchase. I say it’s denim, 2 people today have challenged me

Accessory: Denim birkies, plus denim bag and wallet all used today in the car


Day 338: Good Friday 2 April

April 2, 2010

What a great Friday it has turned into here on my final full day in Hat Head. It’s also EXACTLY 4 weeks until the End of the Year of Denim.

This morning I got up, walked the dog and checked the surf. The sun is shining, but a small southerly wind is blowing keeping things cool. I ate breakfast, read for a bit. Then I hit the surf. And had a fantastic surf in perfect conditions for me. Lots of waves, a bit big but not too big, the water must be 23 degrees here, like a bath.

I had been surfing for at least an hour when there was a huge splash and a dolphin leapt into the air about 50m from where I was. A dolphin! After Wednesday’s rainbow it’s all a bit much!

After the life affirming dolphin/ surfing experience PN and I wandered down to the creek for a snorkel. Amazing clarity today, heaps of marine life, but none of the big ticket flashy types like turtles or rock cod. But it was lovely and I loved it and I can’t believe tomorrow morning I have to head back to Sydney.

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Poised artfully and denimfully on Ammaboolah's balcony

Top/ Bottom combo: Denim playsuit last worn in Noosa in June last year, and doesn’t it show off my tan line to excellent effect?

Accessory 1: Glittery denim hat with the brim folded trilby style

Accessory 2: Denim birkies. Comfy


Day 337: Thursday 1 April

April 1, 2010

It’s no joke, my holiday is about to end!

Only 2 more days of beauty, birds and bats, surf, sand and sunshine. I’ve got nothing in the April Fool’s bag so I’m playing the blog very straight.

After one day of rain and finally some surf yesterday, now it’s all sunshine, rainbows and lollipops and more surf.

This was the sight I saw walking onto the beach last night

The end of the rainbow is Hat Head Bowling club

The dogs loving the last of the light on the beach

Off to Crescent Head soon so I’m dressed like a retiree in old man’s denim shorts. They are virgin too!

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Me in old man pants outside Ammaboolah

Top: Chambre vest getting some heavy duty wear

Bottom: Top Gear by Crystal old man style denim shorts. Nice!

Accessory: Pale denim cap. Nasty

When I bought the pants the groovy tag was still on them…

Top Gear slacks style denim shorts


Day 335: Tuesday 30 March

March 30, 2010

Another action packed day up here on the mid north coast of NSW.

Firstly I was woken up early by the birds, but really the bats through the night were nearly as noisy. But I’m glad I was woken up early because I got to see this…

Too much beauty makes me weep

Unfortunately I was spotted taking this photo in my undies by a middle aged couple doing their morning bike lap of the village. They said a cheery hello as they flew by.

I went back to bed for another 2 hours. After a slow start to the day we headed over to Hungry Beach to escape the howling nor’ easter blowing straight onto Hat Head beach.

And once again noted fashion photographer Pete Nel got me modelling…

Strangely sited street sign pointing nowhere

Spread eagled on a sand dune, that's the way u-huh u-huh I like it, I like it

Top: Chambre vest

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts

Accessory 1: Ghastly pale denim cap

Accessory 2: Lovely Dragstar denim bag tops off pale denim ensemble

That beach stretches all the way down to Crescent Head. It’s long, but we hunkered down up the north corner out of the wind. I had a body surf, saw some Brahmini kites, beautiful, then headed back.

Walking up the road to the car I spotted this poor little thing…

Snake squashed by flying four wheel drive

Poor thing. Never had a chance against some gigantic sports utility vehicle full of fisherman. After this I saw death everywhere, including another tiny little skink smashed by a car.

But saddest were these two fatalities over night. They had been lured to town by the scent of melaluccas in bloom all over the place, not realising Hat Head is the big smoke…

Fruit bat meets it's fate in Hat Head

Fruit bat number 2 looking very dead as the ants have a taste

So who knows what tomorrow will hold for the Year of Denim? It’s supposed to rain and the wind is supposed to come up from the south which means one good thing… SURF!!!!


Day 334: Monday 29 March 2010

March 29, 2010

I’m on it today and blogging before lunch. And that’s because the dawn chorus here is SO loud, SO many birds, SO many different birds that to remain asleep beyond 7am is almost impossible.

Those rainbow lorikeets sure sound like they are having fun

All the paperbarks are in bloom and that has brought squillions of very squawky rainbow lorikeets to town. Alongside the regular parrots, magpies, currawongs, eagles, wattle birds, terns, gulls, wrens, plus others I don’t have any idea what they are, makes for a noisy awakening.

Pretty lorikeet gets grooming cos it's sexy time in the trees

This morning I put my early rise to good use and went for a high tide snorkel in the creek. And I was rewarded for my efforts.

As I was rubber necking at a brown and yellowy striped rock cod, a very large turtle swam by. Huge, nearly 1 metre long with an incredible brown-purple patchwork pattern on it’s head and neck and a pretty black and blue sucker fish attached to it’s shell.

The hundreds of fish following me were also pretty interesting, as was the giant school of hand length mullet. But once again there were not as many tropical fish as in other years. Lots of weed seems to have vanished from the creek edge, does that have an impact on the smaller fish? And a strange red brown algae seems to be covering rocks as well.

One of the feature of my accommodation in Hat Head is the unique seating in the back yard…

A formal seating arrangement cut from a tree trunck

Top: Mum made denim vest

Bottom: JeansWest distressed denim skirt

Accessory: Denim birkies