Could You? Would You? Want To?

Jocelynne Wildenstein - with a chin that would make any superhero jealous.

I am always fascinated by cosmetic surgery. I've been reading on SMH this morning about celebrities who succumb to the surgery. I was particularly fascinated by the before and after shots. I have some morbid fascination with those shots - particularly as I think a lot (most) of the before shots are better than the afters.

So, could you? Would you? Want to?

What are your thoughts on cosmetic surgery?

I've documented mine before and I'm still the same. I think women look fabulous with their lines. Who epitomises true beauty to you?

Want to know who I think looks particularly scary these days? I hate to say it (since I was such a huge Nic fan), but Nicole Kidman is starting to look like Frankenstein's wife frozen in time.

Christmas Stylie: Part Two

Here's my brother-in-law, the husband of the photo-snapping, camera-wielding, crown-gifting sister. Here he is sporting a non-Christmas present. One of my collection of vintage granny hats. It's also a favourite of Tiny's. They both have appalling taste, clearly.

Christmas Stylie

Another photo gratuitously supplied by my sister. This time I'm wearing the Doctor's crown (as created by the genius that is Nan at Rummage) as gifted by my sister. The photo-snapping one. This is Christmas stylie. Please note: I don't practise this pose in the mirror. It just comes naturally. Ahem.

So, Tell Me, How Was Christmas?

I have a confession to make. A filthy confession. We divvied up all the Christmas tasks, and mine for the 25th was to make nibblies. Unfortunately I forgot what I was supposed to be doing, and I can't even remember why I didn't get this task done, but all I put out were some chips, cheese, and I totally burnt the bruschetta (so much so Matt could probably use it for drawing), and the goats curd and fetta stuffed bell peppers are still sitting in my shelf. Let's not even talk about the caramelised onions (ok let's talk about them, I forgot, and the onions are still sitting in a dark cupboard in tact). I know why, I don't like making savoury things, I much prefer sweeties. I got scared and thus, forgot. YIKES!

AND I didn't even take one photo. Earth to PMM: come IN! Thanks to my sister for providing pictures of Christmas Day. Clearly my brain was switched off.

Besides that, we had a delightful, crazy Christmas day.

My family is probably still waiting for the nibblies. Take two anyone?

You Know You've Hit The Big Time

image of Kermit via Teddy Bears Wednesday

...when Elisabeth from Fine Little Day says she loves something you make. Unfortunately I only make messes. But Jess from Teddy Bears Wednesday makes bears. Ridiculously cool, quirky bears. I am lucky enough to co-habit with one of Jess' divine creations. Snaffle one for yourself, this gal is going places.

PS - Happy belated Christmas, I got sucked into the vortex and as a result feel as though I've eaten a whole ham by myself. Oink.

LastMinute.Com Would Be So Proud

Last week I had a hit of genius. Matt and I have had Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros on high, high, ridiculously high rotation ever since I first discovered this truly addictive tune way back here. I listen to it to go walking. Over and over. I play it when washing up. Over and over. Matt and I sing it in the car. We are totally (well I am) out of tune, but no matter. Even the Doctor digs it.

I am a dedicated follower of Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros. There now. I've said it. No rehab for me.

I'm even more totes excited because one of my friends in LA has seen them play a few times over Summer and said they're just as golden in real life. This is good news.

So hence I went, stitching madly on my large piece of remnant linen. I've loved watching Kirsty's red work. So I tried my hand at it. I am getting more and more confident with stitching. Nothing can hold me back peeps! I love the look of red on linen.

However, in the well-loved style of mondegreens, I've mistakenly put what I thought were the lyrics, instead of what are really the lyrics. Let's call that poetic licence. Ahem.

And just as I had started working on making it into - you guessed it - a cush - Matt piped up and said to me, "Oh you know what I would really love for Christmas? A cushion for my chair." I smirked. As only PottyMouthMama knows what's in front of the sewing machine being madly stitched up lastminute.com style.

Dear Blogger, I am seriously about to head butt you. You know why, I don't need to explain, just look at my image. AGAIN!

I'm Over Here!

Want more Christmas thoughts? I'm guest blogging over here at Shelley's inspiring blog Femme de Montmartre. If only everything Shelley wrote about me were true.

Just while I'm here, anyone got any experience with feral bunnies (meaning unruly bunnies, not the real feral ones)? Ours is going through puberty and enjoying sexy times with anything he can get his paws on - last night a green balloon. And he's going wild biting us. Not happy Jan. All advice gladly taken.

Now get over to see Shelley and give her a high five and tell her PMM sent you. Go on git!