Poop, Pirates & Tapioca Pudding!

 

Another week almost over and I’m another step closer to a full and total meltdown.

I’m almost certain my kids are conspiring against me, in some dastardly plan to take full control of our humble abode and leave me cowering in a corner mumbling incoherently about babies, poo, lego and coffee.

I had, foolishly so it seems, started to think that with the boys using the loo and potty as well as they do that I would no longer have to walk around, eyes to the floor checking for any puddles of wee or soft ‘n’ squidgy poos.

Yeah, I was wrong.

The week has been all about butts.

If they haven’t been letting rip the most nasty noxious bottom burps ever known to man, they have been leaving presents {not the nice kind} strategically placed around the house for me to find.

In my bare feet.

Nice!

NOT.

Nothing quite like skidding across the floor in a puddle of wee or stepping in a pile of steaming kiddie poop, almost on a par with the time I stood on a slug, in my bare feet.

{I don’t like slugs, I don’t see the point in them, ewww ewww ewwwwwww}

I’m not sure what the heck is going on but I’m ready to slap some nappies back on their arses if this goes on much longer.

Some of this weeks highlights include

A train filled with wee!

One of the boys apparently sat on the loo seat backwards and missed the loo completely, who does that?!

They could have halted the hose pipe ban after all the ‘water’ the boys have donated to the cause via the garden.

Someone, not naming names {Ahren or Ethan} had a tinkle on the carpet upstairs,

and on the floor in the playroom.

But the highlight, the absolute pinnacle of a crap week {pun totally intended}, was me trudging upstairs to empty the potty.

I was almost to the top when for reasons unknown I decided to trip over my own feet, which admittedly made a change to falling down them.

Anyways in slow motion I see the stairs coming towards me, think ‘Ahh ha! I did a jolly good job vacuuming the stairs’, as I look upwards I see a golden arc, not the arches of Mc D’s, but an arc of pee ready to splash all over my stairs swiftly followed by poop plops.

As I lay there on the stairs, I debated just sliding down the stairs on my tummy like we did as kids, pleading ignorance / innocence to the hubby when he comes home from work and finds the stair’s new decoration. Then realise that if I’m up against the boys in the whole blame game, they are likely to win and I would look really rather disgusting.

So I clean up the mess, deciding once and for all we need an outside loo and need to remove the carpet from the stairs.

You would think this would be the end of my shonky moments for the week, but no, the kids top it off by deciding their camera needs a wash.

In the paddling pool

Ahren does the whole “Ta dah” thing as he bellows

“Mummy”

I spin around to see him lift the camera out the pool, water is just dripping out the blasted thing.

I quickly decide to chuck the thing in rice {I saw it somewhere as a way to dry off things}, not wanting to use the ‘good' rice {I remembered a thing about rice crops being poor and prices going sky high} so naturally I grab the draft excluder rip the thing open and bung the camera and rice in a tub.

I think the camera is well and truly buggered, which is a shame as Ahren was actually really getting into his photography in a way that only a 3 year old can.

Seriously, he would crawl along the ground to follow an ant just to snap a photo of it, dedication to the cause!

We ended the week on high, my sister came for a visit, naturally we took her to beach for a paddle in the sea.

We saw a totally hardcore little lady go for a swim in the sea, its still bloomin’ chilli water round here.

And naturally, being the totally sensible mother that I am, we pretended the buggy was a pirate buggy and pushed it along the water edge!

It was a pretty low tide, and the boys loved it, not sure the sight of us calling out

“”Ahoy matey

&

Arrrggghhhh

did much to enhance my already tainted standing within the neighbourhood!

Ahh well, at least there was no poop involved!

RANDOM: For some unknown reason we are watching ‘How It’s Made’ {on a Friday, living the dream}, for some reason they think we want to know how Tapioca pudding is made!

I have a few issues with this

1} Does anyone really want to know how their food is made? REALLY!

2} Tapioca is in no way a pudding, it’s insulting to actual puddings to even put it in the same category

3} It looks like frog spawn mixed with wallpaper paste

Sorry if you like Tapioca!

Under 300 Followers Blog Hop

 

Hey y’all, it's time for another Under 300 Followers Blog Hop

Our featured blogger this week is the lovely Nancy…

Hi, I am Nancy, and I blog over at Owen's Olivia. 

I started a blog because I was sitting on the couch way too much.  I had all these great ideas in my head, but I never implemented them.  I guess you can say this is my way of forcing me to be productive and a contributor to society.

I am a stay-at-home mom to two year old Owen.  I am creative, artistic, learning how to transform my house into a home, love to sew (but still learning), and I love thrifting, fabric, discovering new talents, and most DIY projects. 

 My blog definitely reflects the things I enjoy and my desire to include more beauty in my life.  It's a mixture of home design, crafts, and sewing.  I know most people focus on just one thing to blog about, but I like it all and find it hard, at least at this point in my blog, to narrow it down to one field.

My blog will be turning one in July(!!!). 

Over the course of the year, I have done a lot.  A lot more than if I had stayed on the couch.  :)  I have tutorials in sewing, crafts, and for the home, so make sure you stop by Owen's Olivia and take a look around for some inspiration.

A few of my favourite projects include my reusable snack bags, painted curtains, revamping my KitchenAid, and making felt acorn garlands.

My most recent big project was transforming a blah bedroom into a special place for Owen.  There are a lot more photos with details to be seen here.

I hope enjoyed these photos, and I hope to see you around soon. 

Thank you, Amie, for including me in your blog hop!  I look forward to meeting more people!

How crazy talented is Nancy? Loving Owens room!

Time to

on to the blog hop!

All you need to do to join in is link up with your blog homepage!

If you have any recipes or crafting posts you want to share, link up  HERE on Mondays and share your talents with Amie and on Saturdays you can link up with Lelanie at To Sew With Love.

If you want to share the blog hop on your own blog simply copy the code below and paste it into a post letting your followers know about the hop!

Any questions just ask.

Blog Planner ~ Embedded On Your Blog!

Do you plan or schedule any posts for your blog?

Or do you just write and post as you go?

I’d like to be doing the first, but I’m pretty much always the second.

I have ideas, scribble something down on a scrap of paper, misplace it, then wing it and hope for the best!

It’s been working well {ish} so far, but with everything going on I need to plan just a little bit.

I’ve wasted invested a few hours on Pinterest looking for a planner, nothing fancy, just something to keep things in one place and ideally something my kids can’t scribble on!

This week I stumbled across Personal Planner, they make AWESOMELY lustalicious planners; you basically get to design your own planner, they print it and send it to you!

If you don’t want an actual planner, they also have a blog planner which is customisable to suit your needs, you can then embed it in your blog!

I know!

Once you have an account set up, you customise your blog planner, grab the code and embed it on your blog, it would go in a gadget as HTML.

Stinking genius!

When you want to update your schedule, simply log in and update the details, once saved, your blog planner on your blog updates.

I’m still messing around with my blog layout, so for now it’s at the end of my posts. If you click on the magnifying glass it pops up larger.

A great way for either reminding yourself what your doing, or keeping your readers up to date with your schedule.

I’ve got to say, loving this idea.

I’m working on the hubby to buy me a actual planner, the daft bugger just doesn’t {get it}, he’s one of those who likes everything all in one device, his poxy phone! I’m a little more old school and like having a separate planner, a phone and a camera, don’t know why, but the idea of everything together is a bit bleurgh!

The daft pillock suggested I just buy a regular planner, he is such a guy about these things!

So, now commences Operation Hubster Buy Me A Planner, pleasey please please.

I shall let you know how I get on, wish me luck!

{I’m not being paid or anything, I just love this planner, and this way hubby has no excuse in pretending he doesn’t know I want one, sneaky genius at work!}

Muuuuuhahahahahhaha!

Linking up to some of these blogs

                      

You Talkin’ To Me? ~ Doing Things Properly

 

Something has been bugging me for a while, no not the hubby!

I’m a pretty chilled, laid back person, but when I apply myself to something I go at it 100%, I haven’t yet let a tub of Ben & Jerry’s beat me!

Whether it’s serenading half of London with my spectacular rendition of Delilah by Tom Jones {that was the evening hubby’s mum knew I was the girl for him, my ‘wonderful’ singing won her over, I never realised I knew all the words!}

Cleaning up those first few totally terrifying and horrific new born baby poos, {something you are never prepared for}

or beating the pixels off the TV screen when doing the boxing doodah on Wii {I kicked arse and got banned from playing whilst pregnant}

If I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it properly.

So, when this ‘lady’ who doesn’t know me from Adam, decided to take an instant dislike to me maybe it was my stunning stop~you~in~your~tracks~fuzzy~wuzzy~hair or the this~isn't~a~muffin~top~this~is~my~post-babies~belly {I decided I liked it so much I’m keeping it as a memento} I don’t know, maybe she just had a bad day.

But you call me a “F@£king slag” in front of my kids, you better have a damn good reason or just keep quiet and move on.

I was pushing the twins in their buggy, minding my own business, the ‘lady’ had to stop for about 2 seconds to let us pass, not much of a hardship in the whole scheme of things.

As she passed me she called me a “F@£king slag” not realising the big shaved headed bloke behind me was my hubster, hardy ha-ha, she got TOLD!

I don’t welcome abuse being directed at me, but really if you want to try and insult me, hurt my feelings to make you feel better about yourself.

Put some effort in to it.

‘Cause otherwise, I just end up feeling sorry for you {which I’m sure isn’t your intention}, obviously your report cards all said

Must try harder.

Not reaching full potential.

A slag, by definition is a lady who enjoys relations of a sexual nature with numerous men, they sometimes have a ‘look’ about them and dare I say a certain confidence too!

I have no problem whatsoever with ladies who like to partake in a liberal private life, its none of my business and if a guy can do it, why not the girls!

But, just slinging the word around as an insult is lazy.

It’s a cheap shot which says more about the person saying it than it does about me.

If she had taken a second longer to assess me and said something like

“Out the way, you hair product defying fuzz ball of curly haired frizz hippy!”

“Move your baby belly carrying arse out my way!”

“Oi! Shorty, MOVE!”

or

“Hey, you crayon covered, mum of twins, sleep deprived, shorty, fuzz ball PND suffering cupcake eating coffee lover, shove off and let me pass”

Then I’d have high fived her, say “Well played, well played” and strolled on, safe in the knowledge that everyone was trying their best.

So, to sum up.

If you are going to do some thing do it properly, or don’t bother.

If that ‘thing’ is to insult someone, just don’t bother {it’s not big and it’s not clever}, because chances are the insult won’t even apply and you will just come across as lazy and unimaginative.

Remember, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing!

EDIT: I was actually beaten by 1 tub of B&J, it was one of those with the core thingy, really guys, don’t mess with a good thing!

High Five Gross Out

 

There are an untold number of events I was, am and will be completely, totally and naively unprepared for in this mad cap journey of parenting.

From the realisation whilst spending the night hooked up to machines in the delivery suite that within 24 hours I was going to be a mummy!

{It seriously didn’t hit me until then}

To the shock, horror and dare I say slight respect for the deafening and vile bottom burps my boys can produce.

{I’m sure if we had a dog, they would blame it on the dog}

This week has brought with it a handful of events which once again I was not so much unprepared for, rather silenced by the sheer absurdity and hilarity of them.

Ethan, who we always thought was the quiet one, has decided to strap on his big boy boots and try bossing his big {by 1 minute} brother about.

“Ahren, go to the playroom, now, and cry!”

It was hilarious!

Ethan had such a determined look on his face, he even pointed to the playroom!

But he also showed a very sweet caring side. The boys had pootled off to the loo {like girls, they go to the loo in pairs}, Ethan says to Ahren

“Be careful Ahren, you don’t want to get poo on you”

Ahhh, how sweet.

Ahren, the little poppet, not to be outdone, is honing his cute~as~a~button~super~sneaky~skills.

He was all cuddled up to daddy, being all cute, he said

“I’m sorry daddy”

“What for Ahren?”

Ahren then stuck his finger up his nose and wiped whatever came out ON DADDY’S ARM!

Nasty boy! But I did laugh!!

Almost as gross, but not quite, as when he came bowling up to me earlier today for a high 5, with his hands covered in soggy tissue paper.

“Mummy! High 5!”

{That’s how we roll in this house}

“High 5 dude!   eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

DUDE!

What is that on your hands?

NO! Don’t touch me, ick ick ick! What did you do? How did you get wet tissue on your hands, did that come out the loo?”

“Yes!”

“Hands up in the air, don’t touch any thing and come with me”

Is it just boys who do this kind of thing?

When, if ever do they grow out of it?

Naturally, the boys couldn’t let a week pass without trying to embarrass the bejinkos out of me.

I was chatting to our neighbour over the fence, about something or other, she had to pop back inside her house for something, Ahren cries out

“Where’s she gone?”

Ethan starts jumping up and down trying to look over the fence, calling out

“We need our lady back”

“Come back lady! COME BACK TO US”

“Mummy, we need our lady”

Oh my goshness, what is a girl to do? I could laugh it off with a

“Hahaha, just like their father!”

But I don’t think either of us come off well in that.

I think I shall hide for a few days, or until the boys next embarrass me and this whole wanting a lady malarkey can be forgotten.

I had hoped to have a relaxing bath, get me all chilled out for another stress inducing week with my little darlings, when about mid way through my bath Ethan comes charging into the bathroom waving a fork in the air and FLINGS a poxy fish cake in the bath.

I was still in the bath.

I do not like sharing my bath with food.

Especially fishy food.

One of these days, I shall send all the parenting books backs and ask for the missing chapters, because there is a heck of a lot missing, none mentioned having to share bath time with your kids dinner.

 

 

Under 300 Followers Link Party

Back again with another Under 300 Follower Blog Hop!

We kicked off last week with a Q & A session to help get to know everyone, some of the answers were brilliant, it seems we need a cordless glue gun and yarn is possibly the most versatile craft item, I had a real hoot Sunday afternoon checking out your blogs and your answers.

But…

{ does any one else hear but and start singing “ I like big butts and I can not lie, You other brothers can't deny…”, I know you do! Start singing, not necessarily like big butts, not that there is a problem if you do! Butts are cool, both big an small, oh shut up Amanda, this is what happens when my kids wake me at 4am, I think of butts. Arse}

Moving on with a shake and a wiggle { see now I’ve typed wiggle all I have in my head is LMFAO going “wiggle wiggle wiggle” I have terrible attention span}

Okay, so being all sensible now, whilst the answers I read were great, it was a real shame that so many folk didn’t participate, I’ve shared my thoughts on this kind of thing here.

We had a little giveaway last week, our two winners are

Jessica Miller!

&

  Stephanie @ Toastie Studios! 

Congrats, ladies.  I will be in touch with you soon to get your info and send out your prizes!

Today is a VERY exciting day for Amie hostess over at Pinkapotamus, today she has posted  her

500th POST!

Doesn’t that just seem crazy?

She has also recently surpassed the 600 follower mark {whoop whoo} and will be hosting a fantastic giveaway to celebrate both these pretty awesome achievements {details to come soon}.

If you have an ETSY shop and fancy donating to Amie's giveaway in exchange for some FREE advertising email Amie at amieirwin (at) yahoo (dot) com.

So let's make this a really awesome and fantastic Under 300 Followers Blog Hop!

Rules is rules and we gotta have some

1} Follow your hosts {you know it’s the right thing to do}

Me

Amie

Lelani

2} Link up with you blog homepage

3} Drop us a comment letting us know you are following & how you are following GFC / Bloglovin etc

4} Mingle with the other linkies and say hi!

Totally optional, tweet  and FB about the blog hop, tell your friends, the more the merrier as they say!

Please check if your a no ~reply blogger, this quick tutorial shows you how to check and change your notifications, we love being able get round to all your blogs and say hi!

What Makes Me Uncomfortable As a Blogger & Blog Reader

This is a repost from back in June, with all the new blogs popping up, and maybe some old timers getting a bit too comfortable, I figure these might be helpful reminders of how we can all make the most of the blogging community. 

I’ve spent the past few days hopping around blogs, reading, commenting  sometimes following sometimes not.

I’ve noticed a few things here and there which have, not necessarily ticked me off, but made me feel as a blog reader and a blogger somewhat uncomfortable.

1} Comments

You either want them or you don’t.

If you don’t, well, I’m not to sure why your blogging, but still, that’s up to you.

If you want the comments, decent comments that add content to your blog, help establish a blogging community, you need to engage.

I never expect a response to every comment, with kids and everything else I know how little time I have to set aside to blogging and I’m pretty sure it’s the same for you. 

But you should at least try to respond and engage with the people who take the time to read and comment on your posts. Definitely you should be responding to sensible questions, especially if you have asked people for their opinions.

If you want to respond only in the comment section that's totally cool, but please make it clear, most people don’t return to check for a response within the comments nor do they follow the comments {can you imagine your inbox}, so unless you let them know, they might not even know you have responded.

  2} Blog Hops & Linkys

These things take time and sometimes money.

You have the whole writing the post and the html malarkey, sorting any issues that pop up during the hop or linky and then you have the engaging with the people who have linked up.

Time baby, it all takes time!

If the host asks you to link back, grab button or chuck in a text link, it doesn’t take long and there are so many ways to arrange the buttons all nice and neat so they don’t overwhelm the post.

If they want you to follow them, follow! Again it doesn’t take long and chances are if you like the blog enough to link up, you are going to like the rest of the content.

Don’t link up anything nasty / inappropriate or something you know just doesn’t fit in with the linky, its rude and often offensive.

But…

If you are hosting a hop or linky, be realistic.

You want the backlinks, the followers, whatever clicks it is that makes the sponsors and advertisers want to do business with you, then play fair.

Don’t make people jump through too many hoops, think about what your limits are to following  / participating with a blog, if you’re not prepared to do it yourself, don’t ask it of others.

This whole blogging community is built on give and take and we should be supporting each other.

Sometimes, a few, and I really do mean a few bloggers seem just a wee bit selfish. They want the followers, backlinks or whatever, but don’t seem to want to reciprocate. Which to me seems a little shady.

3} Blog snobs

Not everyone can afford to hire a blog designer.

Not everyone can make a fancy blog design, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t got amazing content. Sometimes we have to look past the dust to see the sparkle.

Not everyone has a DSLR camera, I know I don’t and honestly, I’m getting tired of hearing my photos are of poor quality because of my point and shoot. My photos may not be the best, but I think some are pretty darn awesome.

Some people don’t have English as their first language or they are dyslexic or something, I’ve seen several people say they ignore bloggers with bad grammar which just seems a little harsh. Fair enough if the person is using text speak, but using their / there / they’re incorrectly isn’t the be all and end all. 

We should take the rough with the smooth as they say!

4} Keeping It Real

I don’t know why liars in the blogging community surprised me, they are everywhere else so why not here, but it did.

If you host a competition and you don’t like the person who wins, tough. Unless you specified that person couldn’t enter, suck it up and get over it.

When reviewing something, be honest, you’d be pissed if you purchased something on the recommendation of a friend and it wasn’t what you expected. The £10 or freebie you get, is it really worth your honesty, saying you love something when really its already tossed in the bin!?

Craft bloggers, don’t Photoshop a project to finish it. People will expect to follow your tutorial with the aim to get the same end result, don’t mislead them just because you want to impress people.

Tweaking photos to make them pretty, sure. Tweaking photos to ‘complete’ a half finished project, umm yeah that’s makes you a liar and well, I hope your pants are on fire, or something!

Don’t be nasty / rude or plain ol’ vindictive. If you don’t like something or don’t agree with an opinion, either move on or say something constructive, open debate is mostly always welcome, but being a bitch and insisting you’re right is not.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ohh that feels better, I shall clamber down from my soap box and keep hush now!

Anyway, these are just my opinions, you can totally disagree if you want. My intentions are not to offend anyone, nor am I calling out, just saying my piece and moving on!

Fathers Day When Your Dad Isn’t Here ~ BEST EVER FATHERS DAY QUOTE

Fathers Day.

It will be 12 years this Christmas since my dad died, it was unexpectedly expected,I never actually thought my dad would die {does anyone}.

I still miss him all the time.

Want to share funny / stupid things with him.

Ask for advice.

Get a hug.

Be called Curly or Short stuff.

Have a bagel.

Argue about politics or music.

Watch Life of Brian with him.

Show off my kids.

Leave him a randomly funny message on the phone.

Just say hi!

Father’s Day can really suck when your dad isn’t here, whether he’s away for work or passed away.

Totally unrelated photo, but I don’t have any of my dad

It’s not totally sucky, my boys have their daddy {who is awesome} and together we had a wonderful day.

Not to leave this on a downer, I have the BESTEVER FATHERS DAY QUOTE.

Imagine hubby in the bathroom getting dressed {oo~err}, Ahren walks into the bathroom

“Daddy! Why is your willy all bumpy?”

“It’s not!”

“Daddy! Don’t point it at me!”

“I’m not!”

Oh my! A classic, a true MD Family classic, this will so be on our Christmas cards this year!

 

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Adventures in Parenting ~ How Your Kids Can Embarrass You!

 

Well, um, yeah, by the time you read this I might be in prison or something!

I’m kinda joking, but you never know, and I’m not saying that in a hopeful way!

I need to back track a little…

Some family member {not sure who} gave my boys a plastic toy gun that fires those sticky arrows.

Hubby and I spent a while trying to fire an arrow at each others head, then forgot about it. {Really we lost the arrows and it didn’t seem fun anymore}

The boys ignored it for a while, then for some unknown reason Ethan started to poke the barrel of it out the letter box.

As people walked past our house!

Oh my what the heckness, seriously!

Did you know we live opposite a school?

Not even funny, can you imagine someone just glancing at our house and seeing the barrel of a gun pointing at them?!

So yeah, toy gun gone, and I settled back in to my {chaotically peaceful} life with crazy kids.

Which was all going swimmingly until one day I hear little voices calling out

“Hello. Hello man, help us”

“Help us, please please please”

“Hey, where’s that man going? Help, help”

I then realise that the voices seem horribly familiar.

My kids

A calling for help, to strangers.

Through the letterbox.

I die, seriously! What the heck?

I thought we were naughty as kids when we didn’t get our own, we would flounce off in a strop as only teenagers can and tell our parents we would call Child Line.

Our parents gave us money for the phone call!

{We never did call them, because they really do have much more important things to do}

But never did we resort to calling out to random strangers!

I would say they were sneaky clever, but this was just wrong, crafty little buggers.

Lucky for me, no one took them seriously, although I can’t help but be slightly indignant. How do people know that there wasn’t some stark raving mad loon who had captured the kids and was going to boil them in a pie or something.

So now we have kids who wave a gun out the letter box and call out to strangers for help, I just know the local Residents Association / Neighbourhood Watch are itching to nominate me for neighbour of the year!

Earlier today Ethan some how discovered where I had hidden the craft paint, it was in the bottom of a cupboard in the pantry, with a big box in front blocking the door, on top of the box were 2 big arse cans of paint, I thought I had this hiding malarkey down to a TEE!

Turns out I know nowt about hiding things, unless its something I want!

I walk in to the kitchen to find their paint tray on the floor with green paint in each tub, at least he is consistent.

Not wanting to waste the paint nor go to the pointless hassle of trying to pour the paint back in the bottle I hand the paint tray and brushes to the boys, telling them

“You can paint the garden. But not the plants or the laundry”

Now I know where you think this is going, painted laundry and stuff, but nope, today my kiddos didn’t want to do predictable!

After painting the decking, paving slaps, each other, walls, the slides, watering cans, beach hut, French doors I decided to bung them in the bath.

Now this shouldn’t be a problem, the boys love water.

But as soon as that tap started running all hell broke loose.

I had to lock the bathroom door and kept making mad dashes across the landing to wrestle a nekkid kid either back in the bath or in a towel to dry off.

Whilst attempting to bathe 2 kids, who go bat arse slippery eel crazy at the word bath, never mind being in it, they were screaming and hollering something rotten.

I’ve never heard noise like it, I’ve been to Metallica concerts quieter!

With screams of

“Let me go, let me gooooooooooooo”

“Noooooooooooooooo”

Replaced with a joyous

“Mummy, you saved us”

when I picked them out the bath.

Goodness knows what the neighbours thought!

I would say “poor neighbours”, but nope, because now I’m the crazy lady whose kids poke guns out the letter box, call out to strangers to help them and scream blue murder from the bathroom.

And they are probably already on the phone to the police or the Odd Neighbour Patrol and planning on how to get us out!

On a positive note when the boys came downstairs they were so cute and cuddly I just had to snap a few photos, poor Ethan flaked out from the whole drama, whilst Ahren was working the cute factor.

Hopefully see you all tomorrow!

Under 300 Followers Blog Hop

 

It's Thursday again {fingers crossed this sunny weather hold on for the weekend} .. and you know what that means?

  It's time for another exciting adventure into blogland with our Under 300 Followers Blog Hop.. 


Hosted by Amie the Pink Hippo and her lovely co-hosts

me, Amanda @ Citygirlgonecoastal

and

Lelanie @ Tosewwithlove

Today we'd like to try something NEW!

Yup.. that's right.. this week we have 4 questions for you to answer in a post on your blog and link up here!  


It's a fun way to get to know each other better!

So here are this week's questions and of course .. MY answers!

1. If you were trapped on a desert island and could only bring 1 crafty item what would it be?

Martha Stewarts craft cupboard, you could probably make a boat out of the stuff in there! Or Bear Grills, he is pretty ‘crafty’ in the whole living rough malarkey! 

2. If your spouse (or significant other) made you chose between them and crafting .. what would you chose?

He wouldn’t be that daft! I would always choose him {unless he had really ticked me off} but only if he promises to NEVER EVER watch Mythbusters AGAIN!

3. What would be your Ultimate craft experience?

Finishing the projects I start, aim high!

4. What is your favourite craft disaster?

I have so many it’s impossible to choose, so I shall just list a few and you decide!

Spray painting myself & others

Breaking a dishwasher {not very crafty, but still a fave}

There are more, but for my safety I can't tell you, cause hubby doesn’t know about them yet, shhh!

So now grab these questions and create your post and share it below!

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2. If your spouse (or significant other) made you chose between them and crafting .. what would you chose? {If you’re not a craft imagine your favourite thing}

3. What would be your Ultimate craft experience?

4. What is your favourite craft disaster?

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Christmas in June!

 

Well slap my thigh and call me Judy!

{I really hope that isn’t a euphemism for anything naughty ~ I would Google it, but I’m much too nice and innocent to even want anything remotely hinky near my computer}

I only went and won a bloomin’ giveaway!

Oh yeah, and it was a super dooper ding dang diddly of a giveaway hosted by Jo from Bearpaw, in celebration of her shop Avery Homestore, which is both an on~line and B&M store in lovely ol’ Edinburgh selling fabric, yarn and other crafty goodness.

Oh and she does craft classes too, which end with homemade and wine, worth going just for that!

This is what my gloriously grumpy postman handed me today

{he pretends not to like his job, but you know he’s only kidding!}

{Imagine a parcel}

After I shoo shooed the boys away, didn’t want their dirty mitts on my goodies, I tore in to it!

After a high pitched squeal and funky chicken dance I thought only fair to share what I got with y’all!

Love, love love these!

And these ones too!

Some of these aren’t fabrics which I would normally have thought of buying, but I’m already thinking of a bunch of things I want to make, it’s great to try new fabrics!.

Oh but that’s not all, I know, seriously 15 fat quarters {I’ve never actually owned this many fat quarters} and there was still more!

How cute are these buttons? The packaging is ridiculously cute, I could seriously put them on a Christmas tree.

And there is more, say what!

WHAT!

Fabric covered buttons, love ‘em!

There was also a sweet note too!

How flippin’ fabulous is Jo?

Such a generous parcel and I wasn’t the only winner, there was also a yarn bundle!

I was so excited at my loot that as soon as the kiddos were asleep I shoved every piece of fabric and button at hubby in a

‘whoop! looky looky shiny shiny’

kind of way whilst I practically jumped up and down on the sofa!

It’s like Christmas in June!