Day 353: Saturday 17 April

April 17, 2010

Flaps Selection: Day 6

Today I am doing what I’m told. I received my clothing instructions via email and this is what I ended up wearing. Of course the poses are all YoD’s. Flaps doesn’t get the glory for my face pulling and modelling…

Flaps go back to their roots in this westie inspired outfit. I strike a pose

Grrrr, angry westie backyard face pulling pose

Top: Yep, three days in a row for the Wrangler denim jacket. I don’t care. I LOVE it

Bottom: Nice day for some red denim, ta Flaps

Accessory: Denim gym boots hidden in the grass. Somebody mow that lawn!


DAY FREEKIN’ 100!!!!: Friday 7 August 2009!!!

August 7, 2009
Can you believe it? I have just completed 100 days of wearing denim: a top, a bottom and an accessory. Every day since April 30. What a fool. I have 256 days to go! Arrgghhhh.
Here are your kind suggestions as to how I should mark, celebrate, commemorate 100 days of denim…

1. Have a Double Denim Party … I cannot be arsed organising a party, buying stuff, cleaning and tidying ( before AND after) the house, buying booze, blowing up balloons etc etc. I might feel different at the 200 day mark.

2. Spend the whole day eating TOOBS … This is something I CAN achieve, especially now I have discovered Marrickville train station vending machine stocks Toobs! You must remember Toobs. They are in a denim styled pack and the have the “BBQ Tang”. The other bonus is the way they completely demolish the lining of your mouth!

3. A denim posse descending on a local- in the Ville … Unfortunately the ‘Ville’s pub’s are uniformly skanky. I choose to spend NO time in them. EVER!! For now.

Late entry…   Have a ritual bonfire burning the worst of the denim so far … The suggestor has also suggested that I burn today’s jacket because it’s “disgusting”


Anyway. My 100th day has been anything but easy so far. I got up and planned to do a quick repair on some enticing denim, but then the dog vomited. I clean it up, and get out the sewing machine.

She vomits again. FCUK!!! I curse and clean it up. I start to sew. FCUK!!! The machine keeps locking up. The dog vomits yet AGAIN! Triple FCUK!!

I clean it up, and got back to fiddling with the Janome. But wait… it is completely FCUKED!!

Curses!!  I move to Plan B for my 100th day of denim. Off to the bedroom I go to choose another outfit. Oh no. The dog has vomited in the bedroom. I could weep.

Finally I get to take my photo, but it’s not quite as good as I hoped. It does, however, feature something quite special…

Butt plug + stone wash bat wings = special

Red ceramic butt plug + stone wash bat wings = special

Top: Here it is, the most sumptuous piece of stone washing I have seen since 1984, Network brand denim stone washed, bat winged, over sized shoulders, suit style lapelled jacket, courtesy of my Southern Highlands fashion advisor, SL

Bottom: Not my original choice, Industrie dark ‘n skinny denims

Accessory 1: Brand new, and of course I’ve bought them a size too small, denim gym boots. FCUK!

Accessory 2: FCUK denim bag, a kind and generous donation from an old acquaintance, HMc

Word has it that today is Jeans for Genes day. Strange serendipity. I guess I should make a donation somewhere to validate all my denim wearing. And I still have no plans for tonight on marking this momentous occasion. I await more suggestions. Otherwise I might get into some real trouble, especially in THAT jacket…

Day 95: Sunday 2 August

August 2, 2009

So significant is The International Year of Denim that it has made today’s Sunday Telegraph, newspaper version only. So far it doesn’t seemed to have created any more visitors to this blog. Could it be that The Year of Denim is not all that interesting?

It seems there’s a handful of denim fanatics out there who are gripped with suspense each day to discover what incredible/revolting/daggy/ dreary/ same old same old/ pretty/ different noice unusual outfit I have decided to deck myself in. I can only hope that there’ll still be a few there in 9 months and to witness the final days of My Year of Denim.

Catching sun as I read about my Year of Denim in the Sunday Tele

Catching sun as I read about my Year of Denim in today's Sunday Telegraph's fashion pages

Top: Still most fav’ status, the South Seas Bubble Co denim bomber jacket. Aaaah

Bottom: Gap jeans donated by DH. Strangely short in the leg, so I have made it a feature today by giving them a single turn-up

Accessory: Dark grey denim cap, a birthday present given to me at the very beginning of My Year of Denim by some very dear girlfriends

Does anyone have any suggestions on the right way to celebrate my first 100 days of denim next Friday? Send me an email if you KNOW what I should do:

Day 88: Sunday 26 July

July 26, 2009

Is there a song about grey Sundays?

There’s Blue Monday, Manic Monday, Monday Monday, Stormy Monday.
Thursday has Ruby Tuesday.
Wednesday is a bit light in but there is Wednesday Morning am.
Um nothing springs to mind for Thursday.
Friday has heaps: Friday on my Mind and Friday’s Child for example.
Saturday there’s quite a few songs like A Roller Skating Jam called Saturday, Saturday Night’s Alright fo Fighting, Saturday Night etc.
And back to Sunday, which has a few: Sunday Morning, Sunday Bloody Sunday. But no song I know, even with the help of Google, has the words Grey Sunday in the title.

Todays IS a grey Sunday, and I’m a bit shleppy, but you can’t always be  scaling the heights of fashion. Well I can’t…

Me and The Green Lady have business to conduct... serious business

Me and The Green Lady have business to conduct... serious business

Top: Wrangler loaner. Noice.

Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans. Comfy

Accessory: Denim belt loaner

Here’s that belt, on loan from AK…

Be warned, I'm a quick draw

Be warned, I'm a quick draw

Day 84: Wednesday 22 July

July 22, 2009

Today marks a first for the Year of Denim: I am wearing a dress! It was part of the care package sent from Braidwood, where the items cost a total of $2.20 and the postage $10. Thanks goes out to my Southern Highlands Fashion Advisor, Sophie. She also gave me my current most-favourite-denim-item the bomber jacket with red trim (first seen here). But I’m not wearing that today, I’m wearing this…

Office Wendy... all glammed up with no where to go

Office Wendy... all glammed up with no where to go

Top & bottom combo: denim shirt dress with press studs from neck to knee that have a tendency to pop open. Should be an exciting day at the office managing that

Top 2: Just in case it gets cool later I have got my trusty Benetton dark denim jacket to throw on

Accessory: Never before seen Mambo 2 tone denim bag. I like!

Feast your eyes on that bag…

Three shades of denim = total fashion

Three shades of denim = total fashion

Today’s look would not have happened without the sage advice of AK, and also the loan of her Oscar de la Renta skarf that gives my outfit that little etxra zing, taking it from nothing to something.

Day 83: Tuesday 21 July

July 21, 2009

Gosh, I’m so old. The Year of Denim is now into it’s 83rd day, without a single day unblogged. What do I get for this thankless task? I get nasty comments about my beach hat! Here I am doing a great public service, bringing all that denim to light, digging through the denim archives to reveal denim’s hidden depths, exploiting my dog’s itchy arse, keeping the home fires irritated with my denim dementia, filling up the house with denim donations, handbags and, apparently, very unflattering hats.

I am quite willing to put that denim beach hat back into the op-shop cycle, but not until I find a replacement. In fact, I am going to take a poll….

Anyway. Here’s the first of today’s two outfits…

I love my denim, especially when the sun shines

I love my denim, especially when the sun shines

Top: Fletcher Jeans denim jacket, well loved and a keeper

Bottom: Denim donation from Steph (Thank you very much) “Love Your Denim” holey flares

Accessory: Another denim donation from the  House of Viv, black denim cap with studding

This outfit was worn to walk the dog and have a coffee at the local caf’. Now I am working in the garden so it’s into work clothes for the next few hours…

Work clothes, not catwalk haute couture Mr PN!

Work clothes, not catwalk haute couture Mr PN!

Top: Last seen covered in clay, Jag jeans light denim shirt, yuck

Bottom: Urban Supplies gigantic jeans

Accessory: Now the beach hat has been banned I am forced to wear, against my better judgement, my denim visor. If it gets nasty sweat stains, it’s on your head, PN!

Day 81: Sunday 19 July

July 19, 2009

I don’t think anybody has noticed that it’s 2pm and I am only just updating the Year of Denim. No need to worry. I’m not sick, in hospital or still out partying. I had a bit of a sleep in, then went to the park to read the paper. And after lunch, at a leisurely time, I have decided I will now post today’s low-key, Sunday arvo outfit.

Born to be mild... sunshine beaming down at Wolli Creek

Born to be mild... sunshine beaming down at Wolli Creek, dog begs

Top: Wrangler denim jacket, soft 1980’s vintage denim jacket, on loan from denim fashionista and scourer of op-shops, RO

Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans, perfect for longing on a picnic rug

Accessory: Denim cap, soft so you can lie down wearing it but with enough peak to block out the sun