Due to all the demand (one comment) I thought I should refresh the blog.
As it was pointed out to me by many of you from YoD’s massive readership (one comment), do people REALLY want to see an infected zipper tattoo every time they look at the Year of Denim?
However, without the Year of Denim to give my shallow and empty life meaning and purpose I have nothing to say.
So I thought I’d show how bad fashion gets when there’s nobody watching…
So I got home from work, wet, cold, got changed, read the one hundreds of comment saying how I needed to update the blog and thought 2 things:
1. Show the seam marks embedded in my flesh from my too tight jeans (yes I wore jeans today)
2. It’s been confirmed by a professional (my physiotherapist) that I have no arse. Yes he really said that
From those 2 thoughts I then thought, nah, I’ll photograph what I’m wearing. My arse has now been deemed officially insignificant and will not be seen here again until it’s tattooed, or for some other really, really good reason.
Compare it to what I was wearing a year ago… It’s hardly height of fashion!