Sep 17, 2013


Sometimes I feel I've found a kindred spirit, and I get excited that finally, I can share something with someone in my own crazy format. And then, just as fast, I feel alone again. But that's okay. I make good company even in a solitary environment.

I just don't sleep.

This post probably made no sense. That's okay, this week made no sense.

Sep 15, 2013

Bee does DIY: hands-free dog!

This is my final product, and the end to my adorable dog's
senior moments of falling off my lap and onto the floor.

Once upon a time, a love of shiny nylon leggings and a heavy study routine combined in a young woman and a middle-aged dog's lives to amount to one really annoyed dog who kept falling on the floor, and one really distracted woman who had to keep stopping her studies to put the dog back onto her slippery nylon-covered lap. And then, the dog sling was born. At first, I thought it would be a bit naff and, well, you know...

Probably not the most amazing pet product ever.

Yes. Anyway, results have been surprisingly *AMAZING* for my dog sling. I'm not even saying that sarcastically. My dog is snoring away in her sling, and I'm sitting here contentedly doing my homework writing you this blog.

So how did I make this thing? Well actually, it only took about 20 minutes with a sewing machine and some left-over polar fleece and a tape measure. Measure the length from the back of your neck to about where you want the dog sling to fall. Double that and add about 3 or 4cm for sewing reasons. That final length will become your sling length. If you have a small dog like mine (my dog is under 4 kilos and is fully grown), you'll need your sling width to be about 80-90cm when you factor in sewing the edges to make them neat. Go ahead and find some comfy-to-wear, snuggly material (I used polarfleece, but minkee would work too, or maybe even fleece). You won't need more than about a metre from the roll for a dog my size, or an off-cut you might even have lying around the house (I make a lot of onesies, I'll do a DIY post on that another time). Cut it to the length and width you just figured out.

Ok, now fold and sew little edges down the long sides, about 2cm thick, just so you have a cute edge. The long sides should be the edges of the length you measured from neck to where you wanted the sling to fall on your body. You can skip this if you want, it'll just make it sturdier and neater. I even sewed my edges a little deeper in the middle on one side, so my dog can poke her head out a bit more at the front. which side you choose to do that on will depend on which side of your body you want your sling to sit. Doesn't matter anyway, having it all equal will do the job! After this, fold the material in half lengthways. Keep it like that on a flat surface, and now fold it in half widthways. you should have unsewn edges all lined up at the top, with four folds of material sitting on top of each other from two pieces if you've done it right. Then sew the top and flip it inside-out and it's done! Screw it, I'll just draw a dodgy paint diagram:

Pictured: My atrocious paint skills.

Hopefully that made sense. I may actually need to vlog this. At the very least, you got a laugh out of my dog in a sling!

Sep 13, 2013

Bee loves: Bunny!

Pictured: Bunny, aka grav3yardgirl. The lady rocks a Black Milk swimsuit, you know she's sassy.

So this is a new part of my blog where I tell you something that I think is awesome and why! I'll still have the odd personal post, but with almost 9000 views, I really want to start giving this little typey-typey world of mine some structure! So, more fashion, more makeup, more of my hair how-to's, and more of this: Bee loves! This time it's the loveable Bunny, perhaps better known as grav3yardgirl.

The story so far...

I stumbled onto Bunny's vlog via some sort of youtube adventure involving Black Milk (of course). I think I was clicking side-links after checking out their weekly podcast. This chick is AH-MAY-ZING! She's from some part of America which she lovingly calls "the swamp" (I believe it may actually be more like Houston, TX), she's roughly my age and she blogs about fashion stuff. She is hilarious! The first time I watched her, I was rather confused, but it becomes a love very quickly. Below is one of my favourites from her. Don't forget to subscribe!

Fashion Bee Blog: Black Milk

So I actually made progress with my uni work tonight, and as a reward for all of that stats and APA writing, I've decided to write about something I'm passionate about. Fashion! Namely, Black Milk. I got into Black Milk during a really dark time about a year ago, when I was feeling pretty alone and also negative about my body. Above is my first ever pair, the Phoenix 2.0 leggings. One or two of these pictures actually got reblogged by BMHQ on their facebook page at the time, which was a really big deal that I was not aware about until later. I appreciate it now! Anyway, this post will essentially be a love-in, for something that began as a fun brand that I bought once to cheer myself up, and became a major support network that had a big part in me picking myself up and getting back to the business of enjoying my life. I was first put on to Black Milk by a uni friend, Stacey, who was a huge fan, and a part of something called the Black Milk Girls of Victoria , on Facebook. I got accepted into the group and it's been a big and positive thing for me.

Without going into too much detail, I was a victim of a violent crime and consequentially had been diagnosed with PTSD, Depression, Anxiety and Stockholm syndrome. I was scared to leave the house a lot, I didn't really want to see friends, I was dealing with a whole lot of awful stuff that nobody should ever really have to deal with and just generally not coping. I kept getting sick all the time and missing work a bit, and my uni marks suffered as well, until I eventually deferred. The Black Milk community gave me an opportunity to talk about what I'd been through away from friends and family, where I really couldn't cope with it and didn't want to be labelled. There was a lot of shame in it for me, over something that I had no control over in the first place, it's still a bit touchy really. Anyway, this community gave me a group of friends around my own age, where I could talk one-on-one about tough experiences, but also just be a girl again and have fun, go out, meet new people, talk about hair and clothes and makeup and regain a sense of normality. I'm really thankful for that.

Clockwise from top left: Poppy and BM Insane Graffiti swimsuit (XS), Poppy and BM Mermaid leggings (S), JL and myself at a recent Melbourne meetup, more mermaid leggings and a mermaid fin, BM Middle Earth Map leggings (S).

So a bit about the clothes. James Lillis (or JL), is the designer, based in Brisbane Australia. His stuff is awesome! The print quality is amazing, I'm yet to have fade issues. His blog can be found HERE and a link to the website, where you can buy all of his amazing stuff is HERE. Prices range from about AU$40-130 generally, depending on what you get and shipping is generally free. I have about 25 pieces myself at this point in time. The leggings go really well with an oversized tee or skater dress/skirt, the swims can be used in the water or layered into a soft grunge or summer look with cutoff denim shorts, or capes, or cardis....there are a lot of possibilities! The dresses are fantastic for a night out. I tend to team up my bodycon dresses with handmade leg braces and various tights. JL is amazing, as is Captain Cam who is a big part of the brand. I was lucky enough to meet them both a couple of months ago when they came down here for the Melbourne sample sale. Great guys, and they really look after their fans (we're called Sharkies because we nom all of the nylon)! Anyway, hopefully this has been a fun introduction to Black Milk for you all. I'll do a couple of styling blogs in the next few weeks, but at least you have some broad BM love now, to kick-start things. Again, the link to the site where you can nom all of the shiny nylon is 

Thank you for reading!

Sep 7, 2013

Welcome to third year, b!tch.

I have officially cried over a textbook in utter confusion. That makes my final year status official, I think. Things aren't simple as hell all of a sudden. No matter, I am NOT giving up now. *cries more and keeps reading*

"When I grow up, I want to spend my 20's crying in front of my computer, while my friends go out and party on the weekend."

I will repeat my mantra...............



Sep 5, 2013

Writer's Block

Pictured: Hell.

I've been stuck for a week on starting this essay, and it's so silly. I've gone around to others in my social circle who are stressing about essays, maybe three or four different people, and sat them down and calmed their nerves and said "hey, you're here because you have already proven yourself, and the uni has invested in you as a positive statistic for their tally board because you've got the ability to do this." You're smart, you have the tools you need, where are you getting stuck?

Here's how structure works, here's how to figure out what your unit chairs are really looking for in the marking process and wanting you to show ability in. Here's how to make everything flow.

I've read every reading, I've scoured all the tutes. I've gone through half an exercise book with hand written notes. I've annotated every article I've read, and I've run all the stats, over and over again, and I KNOW they're perfect. WHY CAN'T I START WRITING? I'm more than capable of a HD, and no I'm not just full of it. I'm actually genuinely more than capable of it.

This, like almost everything in my course this year, boils down to mind games. We're all here and have been here this long because we've got what it takes, and we all know it's a competition for next year now. So this is purely jitters. I know it is. I know WHY it is. I know the ins and outs of pretty much most of the science on the whole damned concept of why I can't write this thing. It's just silliness.

And yet every time I go to start this essay, I end up drawing little cloud bubbles around headings instead, while chatting to people on facebook. I'm scared. This has to be absolutely perfect and I'm scared because starting it gives it the potential to be flawed. I hope that I snap out of this soon. I know I could just knock this out in about 3-5 solid hours now, and that's with draft versions and proofs, yet I've been sat here for a good week, chewing the skin off my bottom lip and fretfully glancing at a very barren word document. That's it! I want my life back! I miss my friends, I'm done with this self-imposed grounding until the report is done. I'm going for a wee, making a strong coffee, and not sleeping until a full first draft is done.

Time to take my own advice, put words on the page, and then get to making them perfect when I can actually SEE the flaws, instead of worrying and getting nowhere. I need to JUST DO THE JOB ALREADY. Or put the fish in the dam first, as dad would say. I don't actually know why he says that. Motivation starts now. And requires this music. Mostly because of a very fun maxi cab ride with mates a few weeks back, back when I had a social life *sobs*. BAM!!!! WRITING TIME STARTS......NOW!

UPDATE: I got my first draft done. It's 4.30am, but I got it done! Yay! Ok, now I sleep. Hopefully I knock this baby out tomorrow, so I can start on the next big assignment.