Post Denim Party picture fest

May 2, 2010


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!!!!


Day 365: Wednesday 28 April

April 28, 2010

The End of the Year of Denim celebrations are being readied right this minute. The big questions is exactly WHICH blue cocktail should be served at the function?

When I think blue cocktail Blue Lagoon is the first, in fact, the ONLY cocktail that springs to mind. So I thought a little research was necessary and I reached for my trusty cocktail book…

Year of Denim presents.... Cocktails for Two

And you know what? There’s more than one blue flavoured and coloured cocktails…

Blue lagoonVarious blue cocktailsBlue HawaiianBlue Margarita

And last but not least, especially as it has an awesome accompanying image….

Blue Star

Although I am quite partial to this particular cocktail, even though it’s not blue it just sounds, I dunno, nice and something I might enjoy…

Cocktail: Bosom Caresser

So which cocktail should I serve to mark the end of the Year of Denim and to stain my guests’ tongues? I’ll be out tonight ‘test driving’ a few myself. Vote in my poll for what YOU want to drink…

In the meantime I today I am rocking the rock’n’roll tracksuit ala the Canadian Tuxedo, a look so ghastly not even irony will help it. I used a fancy handbag to trick it up, but I don’t think it works. And honestly I don’t know whether I can remain in this combo. I’ll walk the dog and decide…

Is that a bum on your head or are you just an arse?

Top: Classic and genuine Levi’s jacket blending almost seamlessly into…

Bottom: Ben Sherman straight leg jeans, sloppy

Accessory: Chanel (fake??) handbag, not helping this look at all

Nup. That outfit is horrible. I’ve changed in more ways than one. As someone I work with always says “You’ve changed, you used to be cool”.

Here’s my new look, much more appropriate for test driving blue cocktails…

Elegant and stylish is my name

Top: Target, uh huh, suit style jacket

Bottom: Dragstar fully amazing new high waisted flares, still so high waisted I can’t actually do up the the top button

Accessory: I’m sticking with the Chanel handbag. It’s a winner

Day 323: Thursday 18 March

March 18, 2010

Day 4: Week of Skirt, skort and dress

What is up with Sydney’s weather right now? How beautiful are the mornings? Am I starting to rant like a maniac on this topic? Do I have nothing else to talk about?

I could regale you with my drinking and eating tales over the last week, just don’t ask me how many times have eaten Vietnamese. Oh what the hell, I’m on a roll now.

I ate Vietnamese at my favourite local restaurant Hanoi Quan three times in 4 days. All of it was sensational. One night was marred by a post-eating visit to the ghastly local pub. Why doesn’t Marrickville have a decent pub? Why??

And last night, still nursing a slight hang-over from the night before I met the girls at a place I hope NEVER becomes my drinking den of choice, The Establishment.

After an expensive vodka, lime and soda we went upstairs to eat at est. on a $33 + glass of wine deal. My food was delicious but not quite enough.

So we left there and went next door and up 47 storeys to one of my favourite places in Sydney’s CBD The Summit for another cocktail.

Phew. Liver cleansing for me over the next week. I’m exhausted.

Year of Denim: Day 323

As the song goes, sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy

Top: Part 1 of my Dragstar twin set today, the distressed denim vest

Bottom: Part 2 of the twin set, Dragstar denim skirt

Accessory: Mambo two-tone denim bag full of denim bits & pieces: my denim diary, my denim wallet, my denim jeggings for yoga this evening, my denim tampon baggie


I have just read the comment that suggest I look like a school girl. At 42 (nearly 43!!) I suddenly felt like Jerri Blank from that awesome television show starring the beautiful and amazing Amy Sedaris,  Strangers With Candy. She’s an old lesbian who goes back to high school after a 20 year break…

What do you think? Am I jerri or not?

Day 305: Sunday 28 February

February 28, 2010

A long night, a short sleep, a hangover.

Gotta get myself together for child minding this arvo.

Check out my not very good or interesting photos from last night’s Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras

Year of Denim: Day 305

Deja-vu anyone? Same terrible music video show. Different breakfast

Top: Dragstar denim vest

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts

Accessory: Denim cap

Yet another evening update

I am so fagged in so many ways, but I’m going out regardless. I care so little I almost didn’t Yod update, but I had 10mins spare before the rain and thought WTF what the hell I’ll blog. Again and again and  again!

Off to see 13 Most Beautiful Songs for Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests.

Here’s my amazingly dull outfit.

Yawnsville man with a face that harkens back to the Week of Gurning

Top: Ladahk striped jacket rediscovered in a pile of denim in the corner of my room

Bottom: Levis flares

Accessory 1: denim shoulder bag

Accessory 2: Denim cap hiding ashamed head of hair

Day 281: Thursday 4 February

February 4, 2010

Another day, another hangover…

What is it about workmates and alcohol? They fit together like hand & glove, Steptoe & Son, Peaches & Herb, Womack & Womack.

So anyway. We went to the northside of the harbour for a meat filled booze fest. Then we went to the meat market (The Oaks) for some more booze. Then two of us went to the inner west for even more booze, and now I am quite quite seedy.

Here’s how I ate…

Sinking my fangs into ribs

I wasn’t the only rib muncher, in fact my portion was quite modest unlike some people’s….

That last rib might have tipped Tim over the edge

After all that meat eating we needed a good quality refresher towel, which the restaurant provided…

They say it cools AND dries

Which leaves me to the now. I just had some dumplings for breakfast (excellent hangover food), and now I am ready to lie around watching some dvds. What a slack mole…

Face like a cat's bum. Whoops, that's not my face that IS the cat's bum

Top: Home crafted denim vest

Bottom: JeansWest skirt

Accessory: Denim birkenstocks

Day 268: Friday 22 January

January 22, 2010

If I sound a little husky it’s because I was performing last night. “In a Sydney Festival event?” I here you ask, well no.

Such an awesome display of vocal prowess SHOULD have been in the Syd Fest, however only those in attendance at Sydney’s premier karaoke dive, Echo Point, got to experience what I bring to a microphone. The raw emotion I can wring from a song, the swoops and trills of my voice in full flight at full throttle, the gorgeous tones I can suck from the splendour that is my voice.

For those of you who have witnessed me in the bowels of a karaoke frenzy will comprehend why I am a little hoarse today.

The night started out demure enough in double denim as these two lovely ladies demonstrate…

Goffers shy in her Kumfs wearing denim & lace

LizP thrilling the hoards of George St with her denim 'n lace combo

We went from these photos of innocence, a couple of ladies enjoying themselves on a summer Sydney night, gorging themselves on all-you-can-eat-sushi (a bargain at $20) to this…

Shrill and blurry... the ladies have 2 turntables and no pitch control

The peak song of the night? In my honest opinion (IMHO for the webbies out there) I think it might have been Madonna’s ‘Ray of Light’.

When Goffers punched it in I admit I was sceptical. Very sceptical. But shouting out the lyrics “And I feel like I just got home” was quite something. Although I suspect the Echo Point girls watching us on the security cameras might have thought otherwise.

Here I am today, off to the beach again, this time with the kids…

Shrugging off a hang-over I ready myself to hit Manly's surf'n sand

Top: Supre lightweight denim vest. Last seen in Lismore I believe

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts, also last seen up at the Northern Rivers

Accessory 1: Denim visor, yes it to was last cited up north

Accessory 2: Denim ‘Aloha America’ travel bag

Day 260: Thursday 14 January

January 14, 2010

Ouch. Hangover. On a  school night. Who’s to blame? Not me, I am an innocent party.

I blame the stupid tequila shot for my demise. I was fine before that, absolutely fine. Now the evening is blurry and the morning is queasy.

On with the show….

It's a nice day for some white denim (to be sung to Billy Idol's 'White Wedding')

Top: At last, the legendary and mythical white denim jacket (see yesterday’s comments). What is more astounding is that the jacket is a size 8. And I’m not, ever…

Bottom: Levi’s flares, haven’t worn them in ages. They still fit

Accessory: Sweet as denim bag with red piping. I feel warm and fuzzy looking at this bag