Things I Love and Making With The Smalls At The School

Last week I was lucky enough to attend the launch of Megan Morton's brand spanking new book 'Things I Love'. It's beautiful, and if you don't already own a copy - get your mitts on one, Christmas list it, buy it as a gift for yourself, whatever it takes - just get one. It's sheer brilliance.

Full of beautiful homes - and even more beautiful inspiration, and ideas-a-plenty Megan once again trumps it with her own brand of beautiful. There's a lot to love.

And on the night itself, she was glowing.

 Absolutely take it from me, and put it on your Christmas - or treat yourself. You can buy 'Things I Love' here.
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I took the smalls to make God's Eyes with Little Nicki at The School on Saturday. Megan met us at the door, and was doing her thing, charming the pants off anyone who came in.

The Doctor hears me talking about Megan quite frequently, so knew meeting her was kind of a big deal. He was SO cute and chuffed to be talking to her.

We spent such a lovely morning sitting together creating amidst a sea of coloured wool. It was such fun. 

If you've thought about doing one of Megan's classes - do. It's such a rare treat to sit and make. And for me, it was so good for me (and no doubt my smalls) to sit with them and not have any other distractions (other than the need to Instagram what they were doing every now and then) - and be.

Check out the timetable here for The School.

Flower Bombing The School

Yesterday I had the great fortune of being invited to the debut of Megan Morton's piece de resistance: The School.


Let me start off with the admin side of things. Firstly, I sat across from the beautiful Jody - who I met about 10 years ago, through an ex-boyfriend. I am one of those people that HAS to tell someone I have met them before - and make myself incredibly embarrassed in the meantime. So I told her, and then I got nervous rash all over my face and could feel my cheeks burning for what felt like the longest time. 


Then we sat down to watch a short video - and my jaw dropped when I saw another of my ex boyfriends guest-starring.


Really?


I should have probably done a circuit of the tables to check if any other links to exes were lurking. Any hidden cameras? Was I being Punk'd and they were going to drop an ex through the skylight next? Crumbs. 


Totes awkes.
I really wanted to crawl away at this point.


But once that was out of the way? We went to town making flower bombs - with great aplomb. Under the direction of the effervescent Holly Hipwell, with a glass of rose in one hand, and a pair of scissors, some carnations and some oasis in the other. My goodness it was a hoot!


And so it was that I found myself, amidst 32 other people, making flower bombs, under the watchful eye of Megan Morton and Holly Hipwell. (gosh I love the alliteration of those names). 


The School website is open for business from today. Sign up and check out the school holiday classes. Rad to the max. 


Read more about Holly Hipwell's hottness for hydrangeas (and other flowers) here.

Bird-Watching & Old Knockers: What Does It Sound Like In German?

heart shaped petals that reminded me of this lady

My Dad kindly informed me yesterday that he thought pottymouthmama was a bit boring of late. He's not so into fabrics.

In the interests of any men that might be reading, I'm going to have to step it up a bit. I have to think of something decidely un-boring. So that rules out 90% of my life (hey I'm not criticising my life, I love being home with the babies).

Given that there's still one sleep 'til garbage night there's not much to post on my bin.

So gents, perhaps you'd like to know what makes us tick over here at pottymouthmama HQ? Or perhaps not...? But maybe you've been wondering what sound a German train makes? A German donkey perhaps?

Click through here and find out.

In other ground-breaking news, The Doctor, my baby girl (who will from now on be referred to as Tiny) and I have been going on our walks. In fact, the Doctor has also formed this walking habit too, and is a great advocate for getting our walking shoes on and checking out the neighbourhood. He's a hardcore walker. Though we have one small problem. Every walk, without fail he wants a drink and we always forget his bottle. I know an easy fix. Remember the bottle. Genius! MENSA will probably be calling me soon.

I went to scout out the bin early. It's already full. It took much self-control to not launch myself into their yard and go rummaging early. Oh yes, it certainly did. Already I have it pegged to holding old tea towels and other kitchen accoutrement this week. Well, one can only hope. And I'm hoping it's not dustballs. That's for shizzle.

And just like clockwork - the teenage boy on the small motorbike rode out. Quel bizarre! Here's photographic evidence.

The Doctor loves to snap some pics of our walk. Today 'rad dogs' skating.

Anyway our walk today - we bird-watched - the feathered variety (sorry gents) with an old pair of 'knockers' that were gleaned from the bin in the initial motherload. The red ones, so I am told by the Doctor, 'are crummy'.

And news to hand - sewing classes start next week - my sewing machine got serviced yesterday (finally! woohoo!) - so ladies, get your engines revving. But what to make? What's something super dooper simple, what's a fail-safe easy pattern for a sewing novice such as myself? I'm thinking I might head off to Tessuti and glean some ideas from them. Ideas?

Better Dad?

A Good Things Announcement

Sewing Machine

Originally uploaded by amyk2008

I have done something very exciting. Very exciting indeedy. Not exciting for anyone else but just me me me kind of exciting. Clocking up some more 'me minutes' type exciting.

I have enrolled myself in a sewing class.

Hold the applause until you see my wonky lines. But at least I am getting stuck into my to-do list.

I found the course via this blog - Sew Tessuti - and thank my lucky stars - there's a course just near me that is on in the evenings. I'm getting ready to get my motor running and rev up my sewing machine's engine. Can you hear the calico calling?