The Little Stinger

The Little Stinger

• Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Dress & Socks: c/o Oasap   Sweater: AE   Necklace: c/o Too Sexy Store   Skirt (worn underneath) & Boots: thrifted

Okay, how cute is this dress? Perhaps the word "cute" isn't what pops into your mind when you see bees, but come on, a bee print? That's what cuteness is made of!

However, this IS one of those "free size" dresses from Oasap, so I braced myself for the worst. After much sucking in of the stomach and wiggling around like a spastic worm, I finally squeezed myself into this dress. Much to my dismay, I found the hem of it MUCH too short. I couldn't even lean forward without feeling the edge of the dress riding up my butt. So, um, yeah, that wasn't happening. After a moment of perplexion, I knew right away there wasn't anything a little layering couldn't fix. I slipped on my lace skirt underneath, added tall socks and boots, and walked out the door confidently. This dress may be a hassle, but that bee print sure did get to me.

Also, if you didn't notice, I let the "sting" theme get to me, because I added some spiked accessories that I couldn't help giggling over. Seriously, spikes and bee print? Perfection.

So. In conclusion, if you are an athletic girl with some curvy hips and a wide waist, be warned - this dress is probably not for you. 

I'm happy I was able to get at least one wear out of it, but other than that, this little (emphasis on little) number is being shipped off to my smaller relatives in the Philippines. 

  Anyone have a funny/interesting story about an experience with a bee (or worse, beeS)?  All I can tell you is that when I was in second grade, I got stung for the first time. A monster sized, fuzzy bee had landed on my thumb, and I froze as I watched this fascinating, terrifying insect wiggle about on my hand. Then, a nearby classmate made a sudden motion, and I felt the sharp sting I'd been told so often about. It burned, and I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes. "Linda, are you okay!? Let's go to the nurse's office," my friend exclaimed when she noticed.  We scurried off, and I blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. "I can't believe you're not even crying," she wondered. "Doesn't it hurt?" I nodded my head, but still refused to cry in front of anyone. Even at that young age, I hated shedding tears in public. I'm afraid it's more due to pride than toughness though. Those two can often get confused, because while crying is often looked down on as weakness, I believe it can be cleansing.   "Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again." Alex Tan