Monday, 9 August 2010

Greazefest Kustom Kulture Festival 2010. Sunday Hot Rod Show.

... continued from Greazefest Kustom Kulture Festival 2010. The Night Gigs!

Sunday morning the 1st of august, the day of the Greazefest Hot Rod Show! I had stayed up until 3am altering the size 14 top I purchased to fit me. Yeah I know, I should have done it earlier (and no they didn't have me size!). However I had been preoccupied working on my painting! My alarm was set to go off at 5am but I might as well have not bothered because I slept right through it. After I feebly managed to drag myself out of bed at 6am, I begun to get ready, put on my clothes, did my hair and makeup and loaded the odds & sods in the car.

You may be wondering why I was so eager to be there so early. The first reason is so we could score good spot for the car. The second reason was to make sure I could enter my painting in before the hanging space ran out. Paramount if you have a huge canvas like mine! After all that is sorted one can mosey at all the cars, art and stalls before the place becomes indundated with punters.


If only I could wake up to this every day.


Relieved now that my artwork was hung on the wall, I couldn't help but be proud as punch. All the weeks of organising and hard work built up to this moment and it was a good feeling to have reached the finish line. My artwork is of the beautiful India Rose with Luke's gorgeous XL Falcon in a mysterious, moody setting. Good company was nearbt with my art next to Mimsy's tattooed lady painting. So many incredible artworks were present in the tent this year. I was blown away by all the local talent.


'Incursion'. Acrylics on Canvas. Photo taken by the lovely Pete Walker.


Bella also entered her own little artwork in the show. Hilariously enough, our own mugs were also part of the art show in the form of photographer Pete Walker's canvas prints.



The day became a joyous blur of good times, good cars and good friends. Jane and I indulged in cupcakes. She had red velvet cupcake and I enjoyed lemon meringue cupcake. Sussing out the stalls was then in order. I ended up with a 60's rayon/silk slub weave dress in a periwinkle blue. For lunch it was picnicing with friends on a blanket in the grass, all whilst watching the live entertainment onstage. I made of special spoint of seeing The ReChords, The Ten Fours and The Sugar Shakers. So many people came to join us that we had to retrieve a second blanket from the car.



Beanie and Josh were evening braving the sun for a few dances. I didn't have any energy. I was all danced out from the two previous nights.



After the middlle of the afternoon when the trophys were announced, the day started winding down on the oval. Cars began leaving the previously chock-a-block oval. With room to move we parked all the cars together, just hung out and goofed off.


Somehow every Greazefest someone ends up riding on top of a moving car



Bundy atop his XM Falcon that he's had since he was 15. It's been hit, written off, patched up and he still loves it. Pure gold!




Busting a pose with the gorgeous Bianca





The beautiful Polly!



Kool with a K! Mez's beasty EK Custom


By the end of the day I was exhausted so I reverted my white heels to some comfy ballet flats. As the afternoon grew cold and dark, the group of us sauntered up to where the bands were playing in the pavillion. A lot of people were still partying but most of us were pooped! We just sort of sat around, relaxed and enjoyed the good music and company.


An adorable moment I just had to capture!


And just like that another Greazefest was over for the year.

I slept in until noon the next day!

6 comments:

  1. That Bunday kid is a babe. If he married me (and took my last name) he would be Bunday Bundy. That has to be reason enough for an engagement ;).

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  2. Actually I typoed his name! So it would in fact be Bundy Bundy :)

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  3. I love your blog, you look divinely decadent! x

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  4. I saw you there! I remember thinking how much I loved your outfit!

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