Miracles Do Happen

A few short days ago, a good friend of mines life changed forever.
She was pregnant with her little bubby. A culmination of her and her husbands love, growing safe and sound in her belly, getting stronger each and every day.

Her pregnancy had been fraught with worry and concern as there were complications of sorts, and in the end she was put on permanent bedrest. Loosing him was a very real possibility, so she set herself up with her own sources of entertainment, and focused on keeping her little “Augustus” in her belly where it was safe for as long as she possibly could.

Her world changed 9 days ago. Things started to happen and “Augustus” was welcomed into the world – 16 weeks early weighing less than a kilo and just over 30cm’s long. He’s a little miracle.

I wished my friend all the happiness in the world, and whilst I’m not a church going kinda person, I’ve said my fair share of prayers the last 9 days. Praying that his little lungs will strengthen, that he will continue to thrive and soon enough, be strong enough to have cuddles with his Mummy and Daddy.

As a highly emotional person, my first reaction was to grab my camera, and rush to my friend to be with her. Teeny babies like this are fence sitters, and their health can change at a moments notice. I wanted to be there with her, hold her hand and tell her it would all be ok, and that he would be ok. But I realised as I thought about it, that this was her time. Her time to spend with her little baby boy and she would call me when all was well and she was ready for visitors. Till then, it was text messages and Facebook.

I’ve become a Facebook stalker these past few days!

I got that text today. “Mel He’s moved hospitals, so let me know if you want to come and see us”.

Those few words made my day.

So tomorrow, I will leave the house, camera attached and I will see my friend. My wonderful friend who has her miracle baby and I will do my best to capture his tiny little fingers, toes, eyes and nose, all whilst he is in the humidi-crib.

So excited to see you dear heart and your little miracle.

All my love,
Mel x


Own Your Curves – Part 2

So it’s been a busy few weeks here at BCAD headquarters, and I’ve been itching to get back to you lovely readers with a follow up to my last blog which can be read here: https://blackcatsangel.wordpress.com/2012/02/23/ownyourcurves/

I’m a big believer in the saying that size doesn’t matter, regardless of your clothing size, you are still 100% gorgeous. You just need to own your curves, instead of letting them dictate to you!

Miss K recently flew down to visit me in Melbourne and whilst she was here, she booked her first ever boudoir session with me. We talked about how we would make her curves look good, and ensure a great session. I found out that her eyes were her fave feature, and there were a few areas of her body she wasn’t comfortable having photographed. We then went and picked out from my own private studio collection, some outfits for her to wear and started the shoot.

K was quite nervous, which strangely, most women are – but I told her a quote I heard a few years back which is so true.

And boy did magic happen. I was completely blown away.

Gone was the pretty girl next door, and here was the sultry siren, gorgeous glamazon, and mysterious minx whose eyes lit up full of mischief and a little hint of shyness.

It’s amazing what a bit of trust, a little laughter, some well applied makeup and a damn good corset can do for ones self confidence.

Miss K – you’re a stunner. I hope these photo’s help you see what your friends and loved ones do.

You inspire me. You OWN those curves.

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Miss K, thank you for entrusting me with capturing your true self. I know it was a big deal for you and I’m honoured that you had that kind of trust in me.

You’re an amazing lady, and I can’t wait to have you and your hubby in front of my lens again soon!

Ladies (and Gents!), if you’d like to see yourself the way that others see you, then get in touch with me via the contact form or via melani@blackcatsangel.com to book your own boudoir shoot.

I guarantee you – you’re going to be amazed at what you see.


Melani x

Love Is All You Need…

Recently I’ve aquired a new family member.

She’s got beautiful blue eyes and a big heart, 2 gorgeous children, and a husband, Chris,  a Navy Officer who adores the ground she walks on. I’ve only met her and her 2 girls once, about 7 months ago in fact upon a whirlwind trip to Sydney in which I met up with a bunch of friends, where we hit it off and we’ve not stopped talking since. I’ve never had the opportunity to meet her husband because of his occupation.

I’m talking about Fi. She’s a Mother, a wife, a daughter and up till recently a sister of 2.

Fiona – make that 3 siblings you have.

When I met Fi, she was busily getting her family ready to move house. But this wasn’t any old move – oh no siree! She was in the throes of getting the household ready to move to the USA where her husband was waiting for her to join him upon his 2 year deployment to San Diego, California.

As you may have realised, Fi is no ordinary woman. She is a Navy Wife – and whilst I know there are a lot of women in her position, dealing with deployments for Army, Navy or Airforce, I don’t know them or their stories.

In October 2011, Fi and her two young girls made their way across the globe where her and her girls were reunited with Chris who had left her and his babies, to be in the US, 3 months before she arrived to be with him. She flew with two children and a whole lotta suitcases – to be with the love of her life.

There was trepidation as she left, that the journey would be hellish with the two kids being stuck on a plane with sweet bugger all to entertain them, but kids being kids, surprised her and made little fuss.  She was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She would soon be with her sailor.

In the last 10 months, Fiona has seen her sailor for only 11 weeks. A little while before and after they were married (finally after having put it off due to deployment!) a few weeks before they moved from Australia and a few weeks whilst they settled into their new home in the US.

11 weeks to enjoy married life together. 11 weeks to hold one another and their children.

11 weeks.

There’s been some rough times, with kids settling into new routines, trying to fit into the new neighbourhood and making new friends, and all whilst missing her husband and soul mate.

I don’t know that I could do that.

Fi is surprisingly upbeat about her job as mother and wife. In her words, she’d “have it no other way”. She is proud of his determination and his willingness to fight for our freedom. This is her normal.

In the time since her deployment, Fi and I have learnt a lot about each other. I’ve learnt that she is not just a pretty face, but a woman who is creative – she’s a fabulous interior designer, budding photographer and makeup artist. She’s strong willed and intelligent. She’s a fabulous mother, friend and dedicated wife. She’s also a shopaholic – I’m envious!

What I love about Fi, is the way she still manages to get on about her day, getting the kids ready for school, staying strong in front of them, and keeping her tears for those moments when her babies won’t be affected by them. Because she knows all too well that her strength is what keeps the family together.

What’s brought this on? Why do I want to write a blog about one woman’s journey?

Because over the past few months, I’ve had a few twists occur in my life recently and with every single turn, with every single twist, Fi has been there with a shoulder to cry on, a friendly text telling me to pick up my socks and smile, and willingly stayed up till 3am talking me through the crazy storm of emotions I’ve had and all without complaint. Fi, we might not be related by blood, but with the love and support you have shown Dusty and I these past months, you’re family.

They say you can choose your friends and not your family – well they were wrong. I’ve been lucky to choose who to have in my family and there’s a few of you (Bec, Karishma, Skye, Kirsty, Chaz – just to name a few!) but this blog is dedicated to you.

My Tiffany’s loving, inspiring, beautiful friend and sister from another mister. Chris will be home soon, and I know that you will have the perfect outfit, with beautiful makeup and hair. He’s a lucky man.

And he knows it.

Thank you for being there, and for accepting me for me. Flaws and all.

I can’t wait for your return to Australia. To be there at the airport and capture the precious moments your families see you again. There will be a lot of tears and excitement, but it will be magic.

Love always,
Mel x

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