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

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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…

Year of Denim

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

Year of denim

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…

Year of Denim

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 256: Sunday 10 January

January 10, 2010

Still frying out here in Adelaide. I am getting so hot I want to take my clothes off, as the song goes.

Thankfully I have been fully immersed in air conditioning.Lovely.

Last night was spent down at Henley Jetty, and it was still hot at 9pm. Horrid. But the gelatos were quite tasty if a little drippy.

David and Nick go head to head in a gelato eating contest

The jetty was a hive of crab catching and fishing activity, literally hundreds of people throwing their crab nets off the jetty and throwing back most of crabs coz they were tiny.

I took a picture but Nick made it go wobbly.

Iraqi oil wells on fire? No, Henley Jetty wobbly photo

And here’s what I’m have decided to wear today…

Delicately posed bush pig picture

Top: Again Ivy chambre vest

Bottom: New Lismore op shop purchase, Levi’s denim  mini. I’m probably getting into mutton territory wearing this

Accessory: Another new Lismore purchase op shop purchase, a little pale blue denim dilly bag. Cute or mutton?


Day 252: Wednesday 6 January

January 6, 2010

Aaaah Sydney. Such a temperate clime. So moderate and pleasant.

What I really mean is ‘Hurrah! I can wear jeans again!’. In other good news Sydney’s high today of 25 degrees means I can wear a t-shirt and not a singlet, and a waistcoat without sweating like a football player. All of which means you passionate followers of YoD won’t have to look at my upper arms today at least.

The last 2 weeks away north have been a gruelling fashion event for YoD. The heat and humidity in Queensland and the north coast of NSW resulted in me being unable to wear over two thirds of the clothes I brought with me. So I apologise for my lack of foresight and limited clothing range for the past fortnight.

Hopefully I can rectify the past with some stunning new looks… maybe I’ll start tomorrow. Or the day after, or even the day after that…

Anyways, here I am with my charity shop holiday haul. Amongst this pile is something I have been in a desperate search for since time immemorial when the Year of Denim started on April 30 2009. Try to guess what it is…

Trash or treasure? I think of it as booty

Top: Dragstar vest, how I’ve missed you

Bottom: Very pleasant to wear JayJay’s lightweight jeans

Accessory: Go on have a guess…. what is my new longed for accessory that I can almost giurantee I will have on me at all times? Vote in the poll….


Another ‘thing (not denim) I was absolutely stoked (ancient surfer term meaning thrilled, excited, very very happy) to find was this…

People get ready for the Year of the Bottle Cutter

Yes! At last a K-Tel Bottle Cutter kit for the bargain price of 50c (I love Port Macquarie oppies). Unfortunately the most crucial piece seems to be missing, the blade that does the cutting! Of course I only realised this once I got home and excitedly got the Bottle Cutter out to fiddle with only to notice the missing element.

Back to my most needed mystery item. I hope you (all 7 of you) have voted in the poll. So here it is, that thing YoD needs most of all in YoD’s honest opinion…

The holy grail of denim accessories... the denim wallet

I sense some eye rolling out there. Well fuck tha lotta youse, I’m washing the dog and taking my NEW DENIIM BLUE JEANS WALLET to Woolies


Day 251: Tuesday 5 January

January 5, 2010

Finally I have made it home. Home sweet home. Home, untidy, messy and a bit dirty, home.

But let me recount my epic journey home. Get a beer, it’s a long blog.

My lunch date in Lennox went very nicely thank you very much, but of course I was running about 2 hours later than I wanted to be. Not to worry, Ugh the Camry can sure fire up when you put the pedal to the metal! Not.

After a couple of pee stops for me and the dog we cruised into Crescent Head on the mid-north NSW coast around 7pm. I did a quick surf check. None. Very disappointing.

Back in the car and we (Taxi and I)  zoomed off at a moderate Camry friendly pace down the Point Plomer Road to find a place to camp. All the dog friendly camping spots were full or so full I would be sleeping with the red necks. So I opted to park Ugh above Goollowah camp ground over looking the beach.

Taxi ate her dinner and promptly went to bed. I fussed around setting up ‘camp’, ate my chicken roll and climbed into Ugh (the Camry)…

Gourmet chicken roll eaten at a dining table over looking the beach

So there I was lying back, reading by my portable (battery dying) light, when a car pulls up. A couple of guys get out and their ute and start fussing around the back of their car. I get nervous. Phew. They are fisherman.

I lie back down and try to read. My light dies. It’s 9.15pm. I try to sleep, but I’ve parked possibly a little too close to the road. Headlights shine straight in my eyes every time (every 5 minutes) a car goes by.

Why did I camp here? I could have camped a little further around about 50 metres off the road instead of 3 metres. I am a drongo.

After a terrible night’s sleep I wake up early, before 6 am because Taxi needs her morning constitutional…

Taxi's poo with a view

So I figure I might as well get up too, get on the road early, maybe even have a surf…

Cosy sleeping nook inside the belly of the Camry

Of course I need to take my daily denim photo first…

Denim with misty beach back drop

Top: Bought on my way up north at Raymond Terrace, first time it’s been cool enough to wear, vintage ‘Leisurewear’ pale denim shirt/jacket

Bottom: Worn for the second time, photographed for the first time, on the epic journey, Industrie jeans

Accessory: Denim cap, freshly laundered after a heavy soiling on New Year’s Eve

I have no idea about my bent kneed stance in the picture, so on with my travelogue…

So I packed up, piled Taxi into the car and went back to Crescent Head. Tiniest surf ever that can still be called surf.

Fuck it, I thought. I’m here, so’s my surfboard, I’m getting wet.

In I go. Not only is it the tiniest surf ever it’s also the lowest tide ever. At Crescent Head that means rocks everywhere. I clamber in slipping, sliding trying not to smash my board. I catch a wave. I fall off arms forward so I don’t crack my head. I grate my forearms across several barnacled rocks. Now I have stigmata.

Time to hit the road. Sort of. I pop into Port Macquarie to visit 1 of my fav’ op shops in the world. And to snap up a few bargains. But of course I can’t leave it at just 1 op shop. I decide I have to do them all.

Hours later, with not too much stuff ( another pair of jeans, a denim cap, approx 10 handi-crafted coat hangers, wine glasses and a blanket) I finally really get back into Ugh and on the road after first making a lunch enagement for Newcastle.

And now I have a confession to make…

People who know me away from the blog may recall an anti-ham rant or 2 before Christmas. The truth is I have eaten ham nearly every day since Christmas. Sometimes I have even enjoyed it. Like today’s superior toasted ham wrap created by Mr M. Tome of Mayfield. How delicious was it? See for yourselves…

Ham, cheese, tomato, pickled onion, green stuff = tasty plus!

But that’s it for the year! I am not eating any more ham (until Christmas) or bacon. No more salty porky meat!

The drive home from Newcastle was uneventful apart from interesting clouds gathering over the freeway and me trying to beat Taxi with Ugh’s sun shade in an effort to stop her chewing her box off. I have a picture of the cloud but not of me beating Taxi while she munches her vagina.


Day 250: Monday 4 January

January 4, 2010

I am about to hit the road south back to Sydney. Before I go I had to do a haul through the Lismore  charity boutiques, and I got a few bits and pieces. FYI Lismore has an excellent line in handicrafted clothes hangers.

And before I REALLY hit the road I am meeting a friend for lunch in Lennox Head, so the blog is speedy but still informative…

Ho ho ho and a plate of Chinese

 

Top: Supre denim vest, Grubby dirty, not sexy

Bottom:  JeansWest denim skirt, grubby, filthy, sexy

Accessory:  Denim carry-all

Thanks to Graeme for today’s most excellent photograph in front of one of Lismore’s finer eateries Ho Ho’s International Restaurant.


Day 245: Wednesday 30 December

December 30, 2009

Exciting times. It’s the day before the day that’s the last day of the year, and YoD is on the move.

Yep, I’m heading south where the op shops are cheap and cheery (although no excellent boozy Santas EVER!) and it never stops raining.

On my way south I have scheduled a stop on the Gold Coast because I want to go op shopping on  the Isle of Capri. That’s a bit of a lie, I’d be happy op shopping just about anywhere. Even Nambour. And really, I’m visiting a friend who has returned after sailing all around the world with 2 kids and even more incredibly a husband!

Here’s my ‘Farewell Queensland’ look…

My bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door, babe I hate to go...

Top: I’m getting bored of my few denim tops. Ivy chambre vest

Bottom: How many more times over the next week will I have to wear this JeansWest skirt!!??

Accessory: Denim birkies starting to chafe from over wearing