Brags, and a Fatkini, and Bye-Bye for Two Weeks!

Sadly, this might be my last blog post for a couple of weeks. I'm going back to visit my mum and to go to the Byron Bay Bluesfest (!!), and I have to tether internet through my phone and it's usually pretty crappy reception in the hills. Boooooo. I will miss my little blog-a-log! But on the plus side, (I totally just wrote plus size – ha! freudian slip), I will have sooooo many exciting things to share when I get back. AND, i'm sure i'll still be Instagramming like a fiend, so if we're not IG pals – let's make it happen! I'm HERE.

Firstly, I just wanted to brag (modestly, of course) about two things.

First one is: I just ordered some stuff from Candy Strike!! I'm very naughty, but I just CANNOT help myself. Mwa ha haaaaa.

Second one is: I am one of the Nearsighted Owl's Fat Babes! And I couldn't be more stoked with how I (we) turned out. Gomez is particularly chuffed that he got a look in, and that, in this case, the 'camera' LOST 5 pounds! What a svelte little boy :)

Fat Babify yourself HERE!

The last thing I wanted to share is something i've been meaning to for a while, but just haven't gotten around to it yet. Tomorrow, I will be on the beach in my fatkini, and it will be my second holiday back home in which I get a chance to wear it. The last one was over the Christmas/Summer break, and a photographer friend asked if i'd like to do a shoot in it. And that was FRICKEN scary. So I said yes. And here they are.

Please note, although some of the colours and contrast have been altered, these photos have in no other way been modified. All stretch marks, cellulite, flabs and rolls are exactly as they are in real life.

Bikini is by Gabi Fresh. I adore it <3

Photos by the one and only Tree Faerie.

The experience itself was all the things I expected it to be; exciting, scary, liberating, exposing. But to really top it all off, Eve (Tree Faerie) has been making a website called thetriggerwarning.com in which she interviews people about their real life experiences. So after the photo session, she asked if she could do a video interview with me. WELL, that was the scary part. The first time i've ever had to talk about all this body postivity stuff, at length, with conviction, and WITHOUT being drunk! Sheesh. Here's the video. You can see my nerves. Eve did a beautiful job, and I can't thank her enough for the experience.

Have an amazing couple of weeks, friends! xx

Embarrassing and Awesome Evidence of a Cocktail Boozanza

The birthday of my bestie and I falls exactly one month apart, so every year we have a shindig/hootenanny/gathering/extravaganza smack bang in the middle. This year (since we are getting long in the tooth), we decided to have a sophisticated little soiree – a cocktail boozanza.

It was a quaint affair, as you can see below.

This was less than half the booze! See that amazing vintage, glass cocktail

shaker with ingredient measurements down the side? I thrifted that - $6. 

Middle set of 6 tall glass glasses, and 5 pink martini glasses - thrifted; $11 for all. BOOM.

The evening started charmingly. We had a superbly stocked liquor cabinet, and fresh lemons and limes were prepared in tea pots (note: if you're going to do this, do make sure you strain the juice – the pulp causes havoc getting through the tea spout, we discovered).


My bestie and I were treated to a gift fit for queens (of which we were amongst many that night).

Sidenote: Sorbent should totally sponsor this blog.

One of our friends (the dark haired one above) is a reformed bartender, and he made us our very first martinis! Here we are, being fancy ladies about it:


The olives were delicious, the beverage was quite foul. Perhaps Vodka Martinis are better?

I can do bad, bad things to an olive or two. Like, eat them. 

The all time favourite drink of the night was definitely the “Thai Tiger”. It seems there are no photos (?!), but I will treat you to the recipe. The sounded weird. Do cocktails have 'recipes'? I don't see why not!

THAI TIGER – DELICIOSO EXTRAORDINAIRE

1 part lemongrass and ginger syrup

(you make this simply by cooking down 2 parts granulated sugar to one

part water with some crushed lemongrass and, if you want,

some fresh ginger and a lime leaf)

2 parts fresh coconut juice

(this is optional – i've never used it because i'm cheap, and they are amazing without)

1 part vodka

1 small chilli, sliced

1.5 parts freshly squeezed lime juice

(fresh is VERY important)

Sprite or 7-up

You just chuck everything except the sprite/7-up in a cocktail shaker with ice, shake your booty, and then strain into a glass (highball suggested, but not mandatory). Top up with sprite or 7-up, and garnish with some lemongrass, a sliver of chilli and/or a juicy wedge of lime! NOM

Now here's where things start to get really fabulous.

If you're unfamiliar with that bootiful diaomond ring, that's Sam of Sam Doesn't Know Things.

And then I got sick of my part frock (which was from Target, PS), changed into my pyjamas and fell asleep on the couch with Gomez. Sam was kind enough to snap us while we were vulnerable. And yes, my terry towelling Hello Kitty pyjama shorts are amazing, thanks for noticing :)

Cat, Cat, Cat, SUNRISE!

I've been lame. I've been sick. I've been grape. Huh? I mean, i've been LIVING on grapes, cos my throat is full of razor blades.

Despite ratta-tat-tatting on Death's Door (drama queen, much?), the uni deadlines have continued to creep. I have a photography assignment due tomorrow, and it was to be an “exploration of space”. Meaning, no people or objects.

So since it's been a whole week and not a blog post or an OOTD in sight... here, have some photos. I titled them “West Side Pride”:

AM City Views from Footscray

Suburban Dreams

Old Meets New

Breakfast Of Champions

Dinnertime Hustle

Departures and Arrivals

Surprisingly a Sunrise!

The only exciting thing I did do this week is see JOHN WATERS at This Filthy World Vol. 2. Which was not dissimilar to Vol. 1, but since I adore him so, it's totally forgiveable. It inspired me to rewatch Multiple Maniacs, and I screenshotted the best bit for you.

Mink Stole, giving it to Divine. Fear not, dear readers, that face is one of ecstasy...

“She inserted her rosary into one of my most private parts”

Lastly, I stalked my cat, Gomez, around the yard. And since he's SO ADORABLE, I know you want to see these shots. Happy cat snaps!