Libby's Lifestyle.

Friday, 30 January 2015

Stand Up Paddle boarding … I DID it!

Yep, just two weeks ago I was blogging about my New Year's resolutions and here I am already ticking one off the list. How good am I? 

MLP and I took ourselves back to Manly for another short break away. I know you're thinking we're always taking short breaks, but there are reasons which I'll get to soon … and, anyway, there they were …  Stand Up Paddle boards … SUPs to those of us who are part of the inner circle … apparently … for hire.

And there I was, initially on my knees, paddling in amongst million dollar, even multi-million dollar yachts on Sydney Harbour. A dream come true.

Being on the knees was E.A.S.Y. But hard on my knees.

Standing up? Well, that took a little time. Not a lot of time. Just a little time.

I had about six very indelicate nose dives off the board in front of everyone on our little private beach. Yes, private beach. Did I forget to mention that before?

Our private beach.

Eventually, I did stand up.

Hugging close to the shore. Concentrating.

Then after a little more guidance from MLP.

"Keep your feet further apart."

"Hold the paddle at the top, not half way down."

I ventured a little further out.

Giving a quick nod to the millionaire yacht owners as I skimmed passed on my hired SUP. They were soooo jealous. 

I had fun. Lots of it. 

I'm certainly not an expert yet. I'm not sure how I would get back on if I fell off in deep water. But it was easier than I thought. And who knows what you might see zooming across the Pacific ... well, maybe a little bay in the most beautiful harbour I know.

Oh, where was I, I hear you ask. Q Station, Manly. The old Quarantine Station which has been refurbished and is now an hotel. 


But more about the Q Station next Friday.

And why the short break, again? Well, it was a long weekend, Australia Day, and MLP is off on an adventure on his own soon, so, why not? And we're only in this magnificent city for a short while, so best to make the most of it.

I highly recommend short breaks. Very rejuvenating.  

How are your New Year's resolutions going?

Done any SUP-ing?

I'm definitely doing it again.
Loved it.

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Friday, 23 January 2015

Junk Yard heaven.

When visitors come to stay there's always that excitement of playing tourist in your own backyard. My pineapple-loving friend loves fossicking for treasures amongst junk. The Salvos. Vinnies. Op shops. Shopping heaven for her … and, I must admit, she has converted me too. So, on her latest visit, I knew exactly where to take her … The Junk Yard. 

I'd heard about it from my coffee-companion, but had never been. So, it was an adventure into the unknown for all of us. Pineapple-loving friend, brother, niece, me. I had a lot of visitors last weekend.

And, what an adventure.

It was hot, 30 plus degrees, sunny, glary, steamy. All those things that scream, "Don't stay out in the sun too long." But … when faced with this

and this

and this

and this

and this,

we sort of lost track of time.

What an amazing place!

Junk everywhere! 

Out in the open. In sheds. In buses. On tables. Under tables. In bins. Stacked sky high.


The King made an appearance.

Though he was very quiet.

There was junk art.

Junk in baths.

And quirky signs with even quirkier punctuation, that only junk yards have.

If you're into fossicking for treasures, this is your place.

I know for some of you this would be hell. And that's okay. But, a lot of you will be asking, "Where is this place? How do I get there? Now!"

Read this sign first.

Visit this website.

So, now you have the address, the hours of opening, what are you waiting for? Hit the road. 

I hope to see you there.

I know I'll be going back.


"Oh," you ask. "What did you buy?"


A Fraser kitchen step stool, like I remember from my childhood. A set of unhappy scales … see that sad face? And another rolling pin to add to my collection. 


No way. 



Friday, 16 January 2015

Looking back, looking forwards, 2015 … another year begins.

This time last year I made my resolutions public. Was that a good idea? Yep, definitely. Knowing that I would have to fess up to my successes and failures kept me on track all year, haunted me all year.  So, now that time has come. Time to fess up. Time to set 2015 resolutions. Time to get into this new year.

2014 resolutions ( read them here) were:

1. Exercise. 

Yep, I did pretty well. I found a heated pool within 10 minutes of home and swam twice a week, on the rare occasion, three times a week, for the great majority of the year. And … I loved it. I swam on hair-washing-mornings. Out of bed, swimmers on, a little breakfast and off to the pool. Coffee at the little pool coffee shop afters. Worked a treat.

The fact that some mornings I had to share the pool with the Penrith Panthers in their recovery session was an added extra. One lady I spoke to had to get herself out of the pool … she was totally unable to focus, but me, I soldiered on, almost unfazed by a couple of lanes full of young, fit, healthy, shirtless football heroes. Almost.

Sacrifices sometimes have to be made. They wanted to use my lane … I had to change lanes.

2. Flowers.

Yep, did that fairly well too. And, I loved it too. I even changed their water and gave them flower food. Amazing what a difference it makes!

3. The backwards hanger thing.

Yep, I had some success with that. Clothes did go to charity, BUT I need to do it again. There are still some rarely worn items lurking in the wardrobe depths.

I even had MLP brainwashed. He came out one day in a rarely worn T-shirt. So, of course, I made a comment and his response was, "It was still on a backwards hanger and I didn't want you to throw it out."


4. Decorating the house with control.

Well, the size of this house has had some impact. It's much smaller, so many things are packed away waiting for when we return home in two years' time. So, I suppose I could claim some success, but realistically, I'm never going to be a minimalist. I love my things too much.

But what about 2015? Resolutions?

I'm going to go with my 2014 idea and only make a few. A few seems to be realistic for me. Achievable.  And I'm going to keep on with the exercise and the flowers from 2014.

So, here we go. Are you ready?

1. Hand and nails.

When I was much younger, I was much better at looking after my hands. Hand cream, nail polish. You know what I mean. I always wore gloves when I did any dish washing or pukie stuff, but I've been a bit slack. My nails are sometimes … usually … an afterthought.

Well, not in 2015 and beyond. Things are going to change. I'm not about to become a long-taloned-acrylic-nail person. Tried that for a short time once. It's just not me.

I like shorter nails that I can live a life in … if you know what I mean. I need to be able to make a bed, pick up pins (That is TOTALLY impossible with long acrylic nails!), type blog posts. So, I'm opting for shorter, natural, polished nails and the regular upkeep of them.

Achievable? Yes, I think so.

2. Do the ribbon on the wardrobe rod thing.

I know you're thinking … What?!?

Well, I saw the little video-you-tubie thing where you tie a ribbon at the front of your wardrobe rod. Then, as you wear clothes and return them to the robe, you place them in front of the ribbon. Simple.

I've tried to find the you-tubie thing again so you can watch it for yourself, but no luck. Sorry.

The idea is to try to wear your way through your entire wardrobe … not the special fancy-smanchy clothes, just the everyday and work clothes.

If some pieces remain behind the ribbon after say six months, then chances are you're never going to wear them. So, out they go. Charity box here they come.

Achievable? Definitely, in fact I think I like this idea better than 2014's backward hanger one.

Easier. Simpler. More in your face.

3. Be more assertive.

Not in a nasty way, just in a pleasant no-that-won't-do kind of way.

I can be assertive, but usually it only happens when I have reached the end of my tether and sometimes that means I should have spoken up much earlier.

Like with the rubbish bin lady at my local hardware store last year. You can read about that adventure here. I did get a replacement bin, but ooh she was a piece of nastiness.

An email to the store manager should have ensued from my Mac, but it didn't. I should have asked for her name, but I didn't.

Sometimes, I think of these things when I fuming my way back to the car.

What about you? Are you better in those sorts of situations than me?

4. Indulge myself every now and then.

Facials, massages, Stand Up Paddle boarding lessons … on my list of indulge-myself things for 2015.

Not sure what else yet, I'm still thinking.

Any ideas greatly appreciated.

So, are you brave enough to add your resolutions in the comments?

And then come back and check them off at the beginning of 2016?

Any help with my indulge-myself list would be great.