Day 359: Thursday 22 April

April 22, 2010

Early morning wake -up call… GET UPP!!!!

Why does waking up at 5.30am mean I always have puffy eyes? A comment on yesterday’s blog suggested I had an ‘Extreme Make-overish’ appearance. Perhaps over night someone has done a little plastic surgery to my eye bags?

Gotta rush, gotta catch that early morning train, cos my baby works from 9 till 5. No, that’s not right. Gosh, I’m gibbering…

Let sleeping dogs lie-in, cos they're old and need their rest

Top: Suit jacket style. I’m going to work so I need to look the ‘business’

Bottom: Skinny Gap jeans, cos I don’t know

Accessory 1: Denim bag. Not one of my favs but I’m trying to share around the last days of denim around my stuff

Accessory 2: Denim gym boots, here to stay. They won’t be going into the St Vincent de Paul’s bag


Day 342: Tuesday 6 April

April 6, 2010

Hi ho hi ho, it’s off to work I go. You can tell by my serious outfit/ facial expression I mean business. I’m TCB, AOK.

Year of Denim

I'm ready, ready for anything except fun

Top: Hillcrest brand, Made in Australia of sanforized cotton, vintage denim jacket. At least I think it’s vintage because A) it’s made in Australia and B)It’s unique style ain’t nothing I’ve seen before

Bottom: Dragstar denim high waisted flares. Always triky for me to wear as I don’t really have a waist

Accessory: Denim bag with red piping, one of the early YoD denim purchases


Day 340: Sunday 4 April

April 4, 2010

Christ has risen, I think, and so have I, not from the dead just from bed.

A bit of a shock having to get up early and go to work, especially on Easter Sunday.

Anyways. I off to do and Easter egg run before the thrill of starting work.

Year of Denim

I contemplate life after holiday. I don't like it

Top: After warmth day and night Sydney is cool so I am wearing a Levi’s denim jacket, first time in denim long sleeves since I last went to work years ago (so it feels)

Bottom: Industrie jeans. Last wore jeans here… the day before my Hat Head holiday

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots last worn… I can’t remember and don’t care

Accessory 2: Mavi little tiny denim bag, useless on holidays cos’ it holds NOTHING


Day 326: Sunday 21 March

March 21, 2010

Day 7: Week of skirt, skort and dress

I forgot to give my latest movie review yesterday. So here it is…

On Friday night I had the pleasure of watching Sam Raimi’s latest film Drag Me to Hell.

It’s a great return to the horror roots of his Evil Dead films rather than the mainstream success of his Spiderman movies.

The main character, a loans officer in a bank, is gormless and bland not your typical teenager about to get necked horror film character. In a bid to appear tough minded ‘able to make the hard decisions’ she refuses an elderly woman’s pleas for an extension on her house repayments.

The elderly lady gets quite upset and attacks her before being dragged out of the bank by security.  When our heroine leaves the office that evening the old lady is lying in wait and attacks her in the car. A horrible, visceral and hilarious fight between the two women results in the old lady ripping of one of the girl’s coat buttons and putting a curse on it.

Plastic button I curse thee

Fight over.

The fight scene sets up a series of encounters between the old lady and the loan officer in which every time the old lady’s revolting (see the pic above) snaggle toothed dentures fly out she sucks the girl’s chin in a slobbery embrace and the old lady rips out clumps of the girl’s hair. Somehow she manages to do this twice while a corpse and not your traditional horror film reanimated corpse.

After the curse is laid our girl starts to see and hear strange things, shadows racing up her sunny Los Angeles bungalow walls, gates creak, the wind blows and you wonder whether perhaps she is simply going mad.After she gets thrown around her bedroom it’s sort of clear that something wicked this way comes

In a revolting dream sequence the old lady spews maggots all over the heroine before she sits up in bed (sun filled room over looking the  Los Angeles skyline) next to her equally clueless psychologist boyfriend.

Anyways, I don’t want to take the fun out of it and tell you everything cos it is kind of scary in a very sign posted way. But as usual with Raimi he lightens it with laughs by doing something absolutely repulsive.

I enjoyed it immensely, although one of my film watching companions spent nearly the whole film hiding in another room, while the other claimed he could only watch the first 15 minutes alone. So watch it with friends!

I’m off to work now, yes on a Sunday! And don’t I look happy about that?

Sporting a skort, somebody do something about my hair

Top: Mum made denim vest

Bottom: Australian made skort (I know them as kulotes)

Accesory: Little denim bag in the shape of a bum


Day 315: Wednesday 10 March

March 10, 2010

So I went to see The Hurt Locker last night.

I am very glad Avacrap didn’t win the Best Picture Oscar, but was The Hurt Locker THAT good? Certainly it’s a better film than Avatar, but it’s still a war movie and still engages with many of the banalities and cliches that over flow in American war movies.

Even the way the main character smokes his cigarettes is clichéd, let alone his relationships with his team. The film isn’t boring and being about a bomb disposal unit isn’t too bogged down in gun battles. Although the one gun battle out in the desert drove me nuts.

The American bomb squad run into some British army guys who seem to be free lancing in some way or an elite squad. However the elite Brit squad gets hammered and the salt of the earth US guys have to save the day with their steely eyed resolve. Arrggh.

I gotta go to work , here’s my outfit…

When patterns collide they make beautiful music

Top: Benetton denim jacket. Hot ow but will be just right in the freezer of my employment

Bottom: Sportgirl tight fit jeans

Accessory 1: Denim sandals

Accessory 2: Japanese denim bag


Day 309: Thursday 4 March

March 4, 2010

I’ve done everything and now this week there’s nothing left to do.

I miss going to the Opera House every day. I miss being nude in the Concert Hall. I miss John Waters, Andy Warhol’s Screen tests and I miss the view of the harbour bridge.

Luckily I have work to fill that void.

Here’s a good shot of yesterday’s photo shirt. It has cars on it! Broommmm! It’s like wearing a shower curtain!

Here’s what I’m wearing today. Casual, invisible commuter styles…

Year of Denim: Day 310

Me, piles of denim, t-shirts, leopard skin painting

Top: White denim jacket itching to get filthy

Bottom: Gap skinny legs

Accessory: Lightfoot Studios hand crafted denim bag loaner


Day 301: Wednesday 24 February

February 24, 2010

From rotating over Sydney at The Summit to dragging myself out of bed in the mean streets of Marrickville, because that is how we roll (to quote a work chum).

I’ve rolled out of bed VERY early (see those pouchey eyes!) just to blog YoD before work, cos I know how excited people are by each day’s revelatory denim outfit.

Anyways, I have been searching through some old 1970s Dolly magazines for fashion inspiration. However, Dolly circa 1974 is rather low on the fashion spreads but strangely high on the ‘feminine odour’ ads. What a great way to undermine a teenage girl, tell her she has a stinky box!

If I get my act together I’ll scan ’em so you too can see the 1970s’ obsession with the smell of adolescent girls.

Me and my Dollys, still age inappropriate reading

Top: Target brand tailored denim jacket

Bottom: Spykar white denim jeans

Accessory 1: Denim half sneakers

Accessory 2: Denim travel bag