Keep Calm and Klingon

I had a totally kickass weekend. It involved a giant pot, double denim, Audrey, planting 1,900 tree saplings and porn...ooh and golf!

So as you will all remember (because you're just such good avid readers) I was still sick last week and went back to school for my 12 hour day. I then decided to skip my Friday class and do fun stuff instead.

I went to pottery and started making a new bowl (which got totally out of control and has become some totally massive wonky ass thing), my current creations are in the kiln and should be ready this Friday so I will hopefully have new things to show you. That reminds me, did I ever show you guys a picture of the bowl I made Fabian all that time ago?

In panels 1 and 2 you can see the gorgeous that is my bowl making and in panel 3 you can see Fabian appreciating my gift as it is placed thoughtfully underneath a chess board between a billion cds.

You'll have to click the picture to see it properly...




Then Fab and I went to a Denim party. Great idea, am I right? It was my friend Alie's boyfriends 24th and it was really fun. There was dancing and sausages (not dancing sausages, ones for eating and this isn't where I start talking about the porn part of my weekend.) and we got to see Casey's beautiful outside area.

He's a landscape gardener, one of his brothers in a carpenter and together they've made this beautiful outside with trees/plants/decking and it just looks like it's out of a magazine.

I'm going to have 5 sons and they will all have a different trade and they will build me a palace.

Anyway, I was still feeling pretty sickly so we left there after we danced to a whole CD compilation of 90s music and I fell into a very happy sleep.

Saturday morning we got rugged up and headed down to Karkarook park where there was a community planting day. We figure we spend quite a bit of time down there and we love it and looking after our public green spaces is totally down our alley so...



There were 30 of us volunteers and in a couple of hours we'd planted 1,900 saplings. You should've seen me, the pride was palpable.

So, then it was time for Pitch n Putt; a not quite mini, definatelly not full sized, golf course. We went with some friends and it was totally awesome. Our friend Craig lost his ball 3 times because he's a massive muscle machine and kept accidentally hitting the ball out of the entire course. (I won't lie by saying I wasn't scared for my life a few times when his aim was off!)

We'd planned to go home with our friends and have a bbq at Fabian's place only to be told...there was actually a party going on at Fabian's because his step-dad turned 50 and the party was a little spontaneous and we weren't told about it until 2 hours before it started.

Of course, his family it rad so we were all welcome and it just turned into a quite big bbq with cake and baby Audrey. We all know that Audrey makes the freaking party a party.

His sister Zoe makes gorgeous cakes and because Cameron (Fabian's stepdad) is a massive fan of Promite she made him a Promite cake...obviously not promite falvoured.

Here is what promite looks like:


This was the cake:


I KNOW RIGHT. AMAZING!

There are upsides and downsides to this cake however and I need to be completely honest when reviewing things on this blog. (This is my first ever re-viewing of anything, if you want anything reviewed PLEASE dear 1,000,000 just comment me. I'll see it because i only need to wade through 5,000 comments. And by 5,000 I mean 5.)

So, the upside of the cake: It WAS NOT made of promite, there was no promite filling, icing or promite of anything else to be seen. It was delicious chocolate sponge and had this thick delicious white chocolate stuff with chocolate chips inside.

The downside of the cake: It was huge and it was at my disposal and I think i'm about one mouthful of white chocolate stuff away from having diabetes. Thanks Zoe.

Other than that? No downsides.

On Sunday we realised that we had left our jumpers at the golf course because we are responsible adults. On our way to go get them we stopped by Zoe's place and got to hang with Audrey, yes that's twice in the one weekend.

She makes me very happy. It's cool getting to see Zoe so much more too, and that is not just because I want to keep her as my cake making slave in the basement I don't have.

Now I wish I had a basement, that Fritzl dude totes knew what he was doing.

Anyway, on the Sunday we hung out at Karkarook park and then watched Million Dollar Baby and Zach and Miri Make a Porno. (That's the only porn in my entire weekend but I figured I had to get you hooked at the start.)

AND THAT IT. THE BEST WEEKEND I'VE HAD IN AGES.

Oh, and Fab just picked me a violet because he's a freaking darling.



And that's it! That was my wonderful weekend.

Love Nani xx

Lost and Found

I found it! Hurrah! I knew I would! I told you. It showed up just 2 days after the new one arrived. Of course.

I believe that my lipsticks are actually soul mates, and they were going to huge lengths/taking massive risks in order to be reunited.

I love them so much I've been taking vain photos of myself in the mirror. On that note: Why is it that vain photos were SO MUCH easier when I was 16? Was I just way better looking? I find 1 in like 10 photos that are acceptable as a myspace shot.

Ha, yeah, myspace. So 2005.

Anyway, here is my gorgeous lipstick AND MY GORGEOUS FACE.



Well, actually, that's only part of my face. In the real photo for some reason my left eye is like, twice the length of the other eye. I'm just going to hope that it was some weird anomaly and not my face slowly melting.

Today I had pottery and I was learning to throw. In case you don't know what that is, it's when you use the pottery wheel and make pots out of really wet clay.

This is what throwing is:



When Fab and I were in Vietnam we visited a Pottery Village where they don't have electronic wheels but rather there is a dude kicking the wheel while this old lady makes pots. In the photo up there is Fabian having a go at the wheel with the old ladies help.

I'm hesitant to put a photo of myself having a go because I took the photo above, and because Fabian's hands were covered in clay, when it was my turn our taxi driver took the photos of me.

The village is a while away and you only stay for about 10 minutes to see the pots and then the villagers like you to go, so our taxi driver offered to stay to take us back to Hoi An. We were pleasantly surprised when he went to the village with us and joined in on the pot tour etc.

Now, when you're going to villages in Vietnam it's recommended that you dress modestly. I was told no dresses, shorts are fine and to cover up my arms with a shirt. I did this, and got approved by the women at our hotel before leaving.

However, the taxi driver managed to take many near pornographic photos of me making the pots.


I SWEAR that I was dressed appropriately, but that angle...it just kills me! You can imagine the hilarity/shock when we perused through the photos later that night.

Anyway, it's taken me almost a year to try and learn how to throw pots in my pottery class and today went really well! Jenny (my teacher) said it was surprisingly good. Throwing is famously difficult and there is some crazy saying about how it's 7 years on average before you can feel confident in sitting down at the wheel and creating a good pot.

So having created 1 tiny pot successfully today is my achievement for the week! (I attempted at least 10 and they all died a floppy, wet death.)

<3 N x