Friday 26 April 2013

magical memories

Yes I know I have been really slack of late. No time or inclination to blog, too many excuses, sorry dear reader.

And I've been away. A family trip to paradise for 9 days. Before leaving, I'd been a little anxious about the weather, but mother nature pulled out all the stops and blessed us with the best! I am still revelling in that lovely laid back, contented feeling that you get when you've had a truly special time. Lifelong memories made to treasure.

My family and I went to Heron Island, on the southern part of the Great Barrier Reef. The island is beautiful. A little sandy coral cay two hours from the mainland. Our days consisted of waking each morning to watch the sun rise, taking in all the changing colours as the sky reflected on the water. Every day we were greeted by a different palate. From soft pastels to vivid reds and purples. The sea itself, crystal clear, warm and inviting that started in the shallows as pale aquamarine that slowly graduated to a deep turquoise. My kids snorkeled with reef sharks, big groupers, turtles and fish and my eldest, who turned 12 while we were away learnt to scuba dive and realised his dream of diving with a manta ray.

Dear Mr S and I indulged in diving too, reigniting our bug for the underwater world and spent many hours just wallowing in the sea just gazing at the pristine scenery, just enjoying being together.  At night, the beach illuminated by a big almost full moon, bathing us in the most beautiful blue moonlight. It was heaven.  I could wax lyrical all day.  But I don't want to bore you.  Let's just say, it made me question all the trappings we have in the modern world - even the shoes (!!!), to wonder whether a simple life, protecting our environment and making the most of this beautiful planet is a better way to go. We certainly didn't miss the TV or Internet or phones or cars - any of it.  Loving every barefoot minute in paradise wishing it could last forever.

Views of Heron Island taken with (as always) my trusty iphone5


Today I am Wearing... a Kmart bikini!

Wednesday 24 April 2013

a spot of morning tea to sate your hunger?

As you know I am fan of Treats Magazine. I love beautiful images of the female flesh. This post is a re-post from Treats about the latest issue of Hunger Magazine.  Some gorgeous black and white shots of Abbey Clancey in just a pair of sexy heels, shot by Rankin.  Lovely.  Just the thing to get you going on a Wednesday morning don't you agree? Very nice heels.







Images via Treats Magazine. Photography by Rankin for Hunder Magazine

touch a touch a touch me knickers

Dear readers. I'm sorry it's been a while. What can I say, there's a lot going in in the suburban stiletto world.  Some good (a blissful holiday in paradise) and some not so good (some painful goodbyes are coming up), but more on all that later. For now something fun...   
 
Durex Fundawear pants (I prefer panties or knickers as you know, I'm not a fan of the word pants) take phone sex to another level. Vibrating underwear that your partner controls remotely via a phone app - cool!  I'd give em a go, just for the novelty factor of course.   
 
Apparently only ten pairs have been made so far.  Umm hope they wash well...
 

Friday 5 April 2013

comfort v style

I want to be a cool looking 'older' lady.
I will not wear shapeless clothes and have a clone 'hair cap'.
 


















When does it happen?  When do you make the shift to thinking about comfort over style?  Not just with clothes and shoes, but with haircuts and even furniture?

Is it a sign of giving up, having low self esteem, or just being content to just blend in to the background and not caring any more. Or is it just age?  Do you hit 45, 50, 60 and say, righteo, time to cut off my long locks and turn into a short haired, masculine looking, boring clone, with 'comfortable shoes'! (and ugly sofas)? I feel sorry for the partners of these people, not if they've both 'gone to seed' but if one is drab and the other still looks like they make an effort.

I often wonder if some people just don't look in the mirror. They can't. Can they? Do they see what I see, well obviously not.

I don't mean we all have to be totally effected, high maintenance, fashion addicts with gorgeous homes.  I mean acceptable. Nice. Normal. After all, it's not hard is it, to look okay.  Just avoid pigging out on the wrong foods, don't sit around permanently getting flabby, go for a walk, laugh, have sex at least once a week and wear nice clothes (and shoes). Easy. No excuses.  Okay - well maybe when you're 80.  But not yet - not in your 30/40s.