Discovered: One Domestic Princess!

Yes, that’s right, you’re not imaging things, it’s not an apparition, this is truly me writing my first blog post in a very long time.

2013 was a tumultuous year.  I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such lows or highs in one year.  What was meant to be a year full of happiness with the Domestic Prince turning 40 and me off on a mini world tour amongst other things, turned into a roller coaster of a ride.  You see, the thing is with grief, it’s totally unpredictable – it’s the one emotion we’re not really trained for or counselled on growing-up.  (If you’re new to the blog, this post will explain my absence from these pretty pink pages.)  Up until late summer, I thought I was coping with the gaping hole in my life, and “moving on”.  The acute daily pain that I had been feeling everyday had turned into more of a dull ache.  Then something hit me after our trip to Singapore in September – I’m not sure what, but I felt the loss all overall again and with a tsunami force.  Day to day life became a struggle and tears were always close to the surface.  As the one year anniversary loomed closer, the worse I became.  Things that normally gave me an inordinate amount of pleasure, totally lost their appeal.  My enthusiasm for life was diminishing and in my typical coping fashion (rightly or wrongly), I closed myself off to everyone and everything around me.  For much of the past 4 months profound grief has engulfed my every waking moment.  I was so angry.  Angry that she’d been taken from this world so suddenly and that there were so many things I wanted to say to her, but mainly I was consumed with a terrible sadness and sense of loss.  Having not had any experience of losing a parent before, I had no idea how to deal with, or control these emotions and feelings, so I just bumbled along in my own little world.

Whilst I haven’t been wallowing in self-pity, I also haven’t really been living – which is so wrong given that there are probably  many people out there who would give anything to live a full and happy life that I have the chance to do.  The only thing I’ve managed to truly focus on is keeping to a size 10; quite possibly a miracle given my penchant for Cadbury’s Dairy Milk Oreo.  So, today is the start of my new year.  I’ve made a promise to myself  that I’m going to try and do everything within my scope to help myself live life to the full.  You see, I’ve let nearly every aspect of my life fall by the wayside….from not remembering to take my medication regularly, to not being bothered to even put cream on my feet at night (they’re bordering on being super manky!) – everything has just felt too much of an effort and a chore.  However, by putting down on paper my focus for the next few months, I’m hoping it’ll help keep me on track and feel accountable.  Here’s what I’m going to be focusing on:

  1. My skin.  I don’t think it’s a coincidence that my skin has deteriorated.  I think the stress of the last year, coupled with not taking my meds has caused me to have worse skin than the spottiest teenager.  Therefore, I’m concentrating on getting back my bump-free glow.  I’ve invested in various tools and potions to help me get my glow-on, so I’ll be sharing with you what’s worked and what hasn’t.
  2. Although I comfortably fit into size 10 clothes, it’s quite often with a victoria sponge (not even a muffin) silhouette, rather than a pancake one.  Thus, I’m going to be working hard to achieve a lean and strong physique with not a cake in sight!  I used to focus on what the number on the scales said, but recently, thanks to Francesca on FFK, I’ve realised it’s just a pointless number.  If you have a Google, there’s plenty of examples of people weighing the same weight but looking totally different.  It’s certainly helped me think about things differently.
  3. Reading.  I used to be a voracious reader, but even something as enjoyable as a good book has somehow lost its appeal.  I’ve just downloaded a new book on my Kindle and have committed to reading at least a couple of pages every evening in bed.  I find reading quite soporific too, so am hoping it’ll help me sleep better as well.
  4. My squat challenge.  I’m sorry to say I didn’t complete this challenge I set myself.  But probably not as sorry as my bottom is.  My lack of apathy towards this challenge can’t be completely attributed to my state of mind, but to an injury I sustained whilst on my mini world tour – how it happened still remains a mystery!
  5. Be more active.  I might get put through the ringer by our fabulous personal trainer here in Bangalore, the infamous Raj, but that’s only an hour out of everyday.  Typically, the rest of my day is a pretty sedentary one.  There are so many studies out there proving that lack of movement accelerates the ageing process and is quite possibly a contributing factor in dementia that I’ve made the resolution to move a lot more during the day and to stop doing my best impression of a sloth!  I’m the proud owner of a Fitbit tracker, so I’ll be donning that every morning in an effort to make sure I’m doing my 10,000 steps a day.
  6. Be a better friend.  Now, I know I haven’t been a bad friend during this last year, I also know I haven’t been the best friend I could be to the wonderful people that I’m privileged to call friends.  I’ve been quite poor at keeping in contact and just being “available” to them, so I’m going to try and change that starting from today.

know that things will get easier in time.  Friends who’ve also lost a parent and are further along the grieving process have told me this.  And since passing the one year anniversary, even though it’s only been a week, things do feel a tinier bit easier.  I’m not a religious bod, but I feel incredibly blessed to have beyond doubt the most incredible friends and family.  If any of them are reading this, thank you from the bottom of my heart for putting up with me these last 12 months, I know it can’t have been easy.

Anyway, enough about me, what have you lovely lot been up to?  I’d love to hear all your news.

Unlike before, there won’t be three posts a week, but two – sorry!  There’ll be one early on in the week and then my regular Friday recipe post.  If time permits, then occasionally I’ll pop up another one as a treat!  If there’s any topics you’d like me to write about then please just drop me a note in the comments section below.

It’s good to be back.

With much love
The Domestic Princess

June’s Workout Songs

Hello readers!

Sorry I didn’t post this on Monday, but I haven’t had access to our study all week, as we were having work done in it.  Anyway, here I am with my picks for workout tunes for June. I’ve been listening to May’s tracks on loop, so I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some new toons!

Hope all your fitness plans are going well.

With much love
The Domestic Princess

Discovered: Niko Physique Dynamic Reformer Pilates

My first foray into reformer pilates was about 4 years ago here in Bangalore with the lovely Anjali and Sharat from The Zone Mind & Body Studio.  To say I fell in love with pilates would be an understatement!  Not long after falling in love, I  had to leave Bangalore for about 4 months, as were getting married back in the UK.  I was more than a tad concerned about being able to continue with my pilates, especially as I probably needed it more than ever with our impending nuptials…..So, as I always do in these situations, I turned to my trusty friend Mr Google, and found Bootcamp Pilates.  Bootcamp Pilates was like my regular pilates classes back in India, but souped up.  It was a more dynamic form of the pilates I’d been used to.  My first session was where I met the fabulous Niko Algieri.  Niko made every class fun and dare I say it enjoyable, and it wasn’t long before he became my favourite teacher (being a fellow Welshie obviously helped!).

Well, fast forward 3 years and Niko has ventured out on his own and launched Niko Physique.  The launch in late March, timed perfectly with one of my visits back to the UK. So, without hesitation, I set myself-up an account and booked in for as many classes as I could possibly fit in.


Niko has taken the basics from traditional pilates and combined them with dynamic moves to create an unbelievable workout that will help sculpt your body and get you in shape in next to no time.  I noticed a change in my body after just 10 sessions!

As we all know nothing in life happens without hard work, and these classes epitomise that. Each class lasts an hour and there is a maximum of ten people in any one class, ensuring that everyone receives one-on-one attention and tuition.  Extremely advantageous when you are popping your legs in maternity stirrups and standing on a moving platform that threatens to bring out the inner-gymnast in all of us!

Niko starts each class with some gentle warm-up exercises and stretches to prepare the body for the torturous intense workout ahead.  Every class is a combination of resistance and endurance moves that will push you to your absolute physical limits.  Niko will have you do anything from squatting whilst keeping the moving platform still (quite tricky!) to holding a plank on the torture bed, or doing what feels like a hundred pikes to help strengthen your core.


Niko’s reformer pilates classes are easily the best workouts I’ve ever done.  They are always so much fun (he is super cheeky and plays the best tunes!) and a complete challenge.  I leave every class feeling completely stretched and that every muscle in my body has been worked in several different ways.

Don’t expect a workout that will leave you gasping for your next breath, it won’t, but don’t be lured into a false sense of security…your legs will be jelly like on the way home and movement the next day might be a challenge….however, I can promise you it’s definitely worth it!  This is a workout for the fit, the unfit, the flexible, the inflexible, men, women – anybody and everybody will leave wanting to come back for more.  There’s not many workouts you can say that about, is there?

Signing-up and booking is extremely easy and your first class is FREE!

And if all that wasn’t enough to spur you on to book in for a class, Niko is also a former Men’s Health Magazine cover model….I’ll say no more!

With much love
The Domestic Princess

May’s Workout Songs

Hello Readers!

I’m back after my extended absence, and you’ll be pleased to know that I’m back for good! There’s no getting rid of me now!

The last few months have not been easy, and whilst I’m not naive enough to think that life will ever be the same again, the dark clouds are starting to lift.  Don’t get me wrong, there are still some very hard days that I struggle to get through, but it’s definitely getting easier.

I haven’t really had much time (nor motivation) to workout as much as I normally do since that fateful day in January, but I’m all too aware that bikini season is just around the corner and I need to get my backside in gear if I have any hope of donning a bikini!  So, with this in mind I’ve trawled around for some new tunes to help make our workouts a little easier…..

What is your current favourite tune to workout to?

With much love

The Domestic Princess



A Heart Full Of Love

Hello lovely readers

I hope you’re all well and will forgive me for my extended absence on these pretty pink pages, and for the length of this blog.  When you read it, I’m hoping you’ll understand.

Saturday, January 26th 2013 is a day I will never forget.  Not because The Domestic Prince’s team in The Oxfam Trailwalker romped home in a spectacular 19 hours and 40 minutes.  Nor was it because The Domestic Prince had thoroughly spoilt me on my birthday (incidentally, as he always does, he did with a fabulous pair of shoes I’d been coveting for quite some time).  No, it was the result of a telephone call I received at 4am.  One, if I’m honest, that I’d been expecting for sometime, yet obviously had never wanted to receive. My Mum’s cousin called to tell me that Mum had fallen and was in hospital.  I immediately knew this was serious, as I’ve never received a ‘phone call from him.  My mind was racing….he couldn’t give me any details, apart from it was serious and she was being transferred from her local hospital to ICU at The University Hospital of Wales (UHW).

I called The Domestic King hoping he would be able to give me some more information.  I was wishing with all my might that my Mum’s cousin had been exaggerating, or had somehow got it wrong; the words ICU are petrifying to hear.  The first time I tried The Domestic King it went to voicemail.  I tried a few minutes later and he answered, confirming exactly what her cousin had said.  He’d just come in from dinner out with The Grandads (our affectionate term for Dad’s terrific friends), but was heading straight to the hospital to meet The Domestic Queen’s brother and sister-in law.  The Domestic King filled me in on what he knew:  Mum’s lovely neighbour, Sandra, hadn’t seen her all day (which was unusual) on 25th January and at around 5pm, the blinds in her house were all still down, which was out of the norm.  Sandra called Waitrose, as she knew Mum was due a delivery on the 25th, to see if they’d been able to make their grocery delivery, which they hadn’t….This only compounded her feeling that something was wrong.  She called the police, who came very quickly.  They tried the back door, only to find it open, but with the safety catch on.  They forced an entry and found Mum lying, unconscious at the bottom of the stairs, with her loyal little Ben (possibly the cutest dog in the world) sat next to her.  The police quickly called an ambulance and she was taken to the local hospital.

The local hospital deemed Mum’s head injuries to be too severe for them to deal with and thus arranged for her to be transferred to the ICU at UHW.  Hearing this story was like a physical blow to my stomach.  I had so many questions…how had it happened?  How long had she been lying there?  Where on her head were her injuries?  Had she had a stroke, which caused her to fall?  Had she broken any bones?  And probably the most important one…what was her prognosis?  Dad, in his usual calm way, explained he couldn’t answer all my questions, but that she’d had a severe head injury, UHW were doing all they could to help her, and that he’d call me later to give me an update after he’d been to see her and spoken with the doctors.

I spent the morning in a daze; numb and not really fully comprehending what had happened.  The Domestic Prince tried super hard to make my birthday lovely, but nothing he did could distract me from what was happening with Mum.  The Domestic King called a few hours later to give me an update.  It was not good news.  That’s an understatement.  It was the worst news you could receive about a loved one.  The Domestic Queen had suffered a devastating head injury, cracking her skull in two places and causing two bleeds on the brain.  The doctors asked whether we wanted them to operate to relieve the pressure in her brain, which might help with the swelling, but wouldn’t change the fact that even if she were to survive, she would be a quadriplegic with severe brain damage.  My Mum was sparkly, lively and had an effervescence about her, she wouldn’t have wanted to live out the rest of her life in that way.  So, I made the ever so difficult decision not to have the doctors operate on her.  The doctors assured Dad that they’d do everything they could to keep her alive, whilst I made the 5,000 mile trip back from India, to effectively say goodbye.

The next couple of days whilst we got ourselves organised and on a flight, were filled full of anxiety.  Too often these days, people say they’re devastated.  But, I was.  Every time my ‘phone went, I thought it was The Domestic King telling me she’d slipped away.  The flight back to the UK was agonising – filled with too many glasses of wine, in an attempt to numb the pain.  I’ve never run through T5 like I did that day.  The Universe was being kind, as our bags came out in record time and we dashed through customs to find The Domestic King waiting for us.  Even though, they were divorced, it was still a distressing time for Dad, and he looked wrung out.  The journey back to Wales was the fastest I’ve ever seen him drive.  It felt like we were up against the clock, which I guess we were.  We arrived at UHW in record time and hot-footed it to ICU.

I was taken straight in to see her.  I wasn’t shocked at how she looked, as I’d asked my friend Mr Google what to expect of a head trauma patient in a coma.  She looked peaceful and thankfully there wasn’t any visible signs of her injuries.  The nurses looking after her that evening couldn’t have been kinder to me.  They spent time telling me about her injuries, explaining what they were doing to look after her and what all the different machines she was hooked up to were doing.  I clambered on the bed with her and talked, held her hands and stroked her head for hours, just like she used to, to me when I was little.  I only left her side for about half an hour to meet with the doctor and the specialist nurse for organ donation.

The doctor confirmed that since Mum was not responding to the reflex tests that she was brain-stem dead, was being kept alive by a machine, and that there was nothing that could be done.  Although The Domestic Queen had elected to be an organ donor, they still have to confirm with the next of kin that you’re happy for the deceased organs to be donated.  I obviously was very happy for this to happen, at least some good would hopefully come from this nightmare.  Before they could retrieve her organs, she had to be officially declared brain-stem dead.  They explained that would happen the next day, when two independent doctors, separately, would carry out a set of tests to confirm brain-stem death, but in the meantime they would keep her “alive”, so that the organs could still be retrieved.  As part of the organ donation process, you have to fill in quite a few forms and answer some pretty personal questions about the deceased.  The specialist nurse couldn’t have handled these difficult questions more sensitively.  As soon as I was finished, I went back and snuggled back on the bed.  I’m not sure if she could hear me, as none of her reflexes were responding, but I hope she did.  Soon it was time to go and for me to say my final goodbye. Leaving the UHW that night was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

The next few days passed in a blur.  Meeting with the funeral director, hearing that she’d been officially declared brain-stem dead, learning that her organs had helped others, speaking with the coroners office and one of the toughest things, going to her house.

We were finally able to have her funeral on 12th February, which was an incredibly difficult day.  I couldn’t stomach eating anything before the service and was shaking like a leaf.  It was the service she would have wanted, in fact some of the music that played, she’d actually chosen.  I was touched, and she would have been too, by the number of people who had turned-up to say goodbye and to celebrate her life.  And from a personal perspective, it was wonderful to hear stories about her that I’d never heard.

How I am feeling / doing?

Well, unsurprisingly, still very sad and shell-shocked that everything that has happened, happened.  It’s been nearly 4 weeks since The Domestic Queen’s life support was switched off.  The pain I feel deep inside is still there and it’s an actual physical pain – I always thought this was a load of baloney – but trust me, it’s not.  Tears are never far from the surface.  First thing in the morning and last thing at night are probably the hardest parts of my day.  I wake-up everyday and am smacked by the realisation that my beautiful Mum has gone. And last thing at night whilst trying to drop off to sleep, I lie there with her invading every thought.  At the moment all my memories and images of her are ones of her lying in the hospital, or the recent years when she wasn’t her vibrant self; I’ve been assured that these will diminish and the good ones will come to the fore in time – I hope this is true.

I can’t believe she’s gone and that I’ll never see or speak to her again.  It all feels decidedly surreal.  I’ll sometimes go to call her to check on her, or ask what she’d like in her Waitrose shop this week, or most bizarrely, to ask questions about some of her furniture, or what she thinks I should do about various things concerning the admin surrounding her death.  The mind can be so cruel.

I’m struggling with so many thoughts and emotions:  not knowing how it happened, the thought of her lying on her own for goodness knows how long, and the fact that she probably couldn’t hear all the things I said to her in my last, insufficient hours with her.

The guilt I’m wracked with regarding our fractious relationship in the last few years is probably the one that causes some of my darkest moments.  I want to tell her I’m sorry, to thank her for all that she did for me, and that I only nagged her about the things I did because I didn’t want her to come to any harm.  But most of all, despite everything, that I loved her so very, very much.  I rarely have regrets, but I deeply regret how I was impatient and tough with her about silly things.  I’m extremely ashamed.  The Domestic Prince and King keep reminding me that she wasn’t the Mum I knew, and that everything I did and said, were for her own good; yet still I’m plagued with guilt and regret.

And still on the feeling of guilt, I feel exceedingly guilty if for a fleeting moment I forget what’s happened and laugh at something.  I know this is normal, life does go on, but it feels wrong.

I’m also an angst-ridden Domestic Princess.  Every time I say goodbye to The Domestic Prince or King, or they get in the car, or the ‘phone rings, a wave of fear grips me that it’ll be the last time I see them, or it’s a call to say there’s been an accident.  Irrational and neurotic? Probably.  A normal reaction to what’s happened?  From what I’ve been reading about losing somebody close to you, highly likely.

From being the world’s best sleeper, I’m now one of the worst, and have probably taken my quota of Nytol for the whole year.  I dread to think how much less sleep I’d be getting at the moment without my Deep Sleep app.

What I’ve learnt

  1. Everybody should seriously consider becoming an organ donor.  In fact, there is talk in the UK that it’s going to become an “opt-out” scheme instead of an “opt-in” one. Kindness was the cornerstone of The Domestic Queen’s personality.  By being an organ donor, her tragic passing helped to save the lives of three individuals – one of them a 19 year old girl who would have died without Mum’s liver.  A pretty amazing display of kindness and an incredible gift in my opinion.
  2. I’ll never find out what happened, and actually it doesn’t matter.  It’s not going to help me, or bring her back, even if I did find out.  In fact, knowing the details of what happened might even make it worse.
  3. That you don’t have to have physically met your friends, for them to be friends.  Some of the loveliest, kindest messages of support I received during these last few horrific weeks, have been from people I’ve never met in the flesh.  In fact, my friends that I’ve met through social media have shown more concern and thought than some of the people I actually know in the flesh.
  4. Try to treat the special people in your life with as much care, kindness, love and respect as you can.  I know this is unrealistic in everyday life. However, losing The Domestic Queen has made me more cognisant of my behaviour to the people who mean the most to me.
  5. The Domestic Prince and King are even more remarkable human beings than I had initially thought.  A crisis can really show the true character of someone.
  6. Any injuries to the head should be treated very seriously.  Even if one feels ok, get checked out by a medical professional.
  7. The medical team at the ICU at UHW are some of the most amazing doctors and nurses I’ve ever witnessed in action.  The care and attention they showed Mum were wonderful and so comforting to see.  Regardless of the fact that she was technically dead, and was only “alive” through artificial means, they treated her with the utmost respect.  The NHS has its flaws, but on this occasion I couldn’t fault them at all.
  8. Life really is short.  I’m not advocating or suggesting you live everyday as if it were your last, that wouldn’t be viable and quite probably, not practical.  But if you fancy that bar of chocolate, or a glass of wine mid-week, or a weekend away, then if you have the means, GO FOR IT.  You’re a long-time dead.
  9. However horrendous her passing has been, the outlook in terms of  The Domestic Queen’s health was not going to be a good one.  In my ‘phone calls to her since my visit in December, I noticed a marked deterioration in her, which was confirmed by her friends and neighbours when I saw them.  She herself, had voiced concerns about her mind and was a shadow of the old Mum I adored.  So, whilst her falling was a terrible, awful accident – the doctors have assured me she wouldn’t have felt or been in pain – thinking about this pragmatically, it is probably better she went in the way she did, rather than a slow demise, where she would have lost all her dignity.
  10. Take more photos.  It doesn’t matter if you’re not catwalk ready, it’s about capturing memories.  Just like me, Mum was not a huge fan of having her photo taken, which means I have very few photos of her.
  11. That the hotel style security locks aren’t that effective at keeping you secure.  A couple of hefty pushes and the policeman was in without much resistance.  Although in this instance, thank goodness it wasn’t.
  12. I’m not one of those lucky people to drop 14lbs at times of great stress!
  13. I’m not sentimental about “things”, they are just that…things.  It’s my time with the people I love that I’m sentimental about.

Moving on

Regardless that I’d been expecting that dreadful call, and that I’d thought I’d grieved for my Mum, as she was so different these last couple of years, nothing could have prepared me for her actually passing away.  It has left me crushed. However, I know I will recover from this. I have THE MOST phenomenal husband, father and friends around me.  Despite this nightmarish tragedy, I am blessed with an incredible life, for which I am in every way grateful for.  The Domestic Queen of years gone by, before her brain was invaded by the insidious disease that is dementia, would have wanted me to carry-on, to embrace life and to make the most of every opportunity.  But most importantly, she would want me to be happy.  So, that’s what I’m going to try and do.  It won’t be easy, I am not delusional.  I think I have a tough few months ahead of me, but who hasn’t when dealing with grief?  I’ve lost part of my past, a part of me, and a friend; it’s going to take time to adjust to a world without her in it. Not even the generic, bland pop music I like is cheering me up at the moment, although I’m sure that’s just temporary and The Domestic Prince will soon be grumbling about what’s on the iPod again.

I fully intend to carry-on with The Domestic Princess.  For the next few months, there won’t be any regularity to when I post blogs, owing to the HUGE amount of admin I need to deal with in regards to The Domestic Queen’s estate (the HM Revenue & Customs LOVE a form or twelve – I kid you not!), coupled with us having to move house in India.  I am going to try really hard to always post a recipe on a Friday, as cooking takes me to my happy place. I had ear-marked a “Mother’s Day Gift Guide” post this week, but fear it will be too painful…so next year, I promise.  And please forgive me if I don’t post, as it’ll probably mean I’m having a tough day.

And the title of this post?  No, not an homage to Les Mis, (although I did adore the film and I know Mum would have too) but an homage to The Domestic Queen, who did have a heart full of love.  I miss her dearly.  In her prime, she was a terrific Mum who taught me so much, and for that, I’m truly thankful.

If you’re still with me after this super long post, thank you for all your concern and kind messages over the last few weeks.  Whilst I haven’t been replying, I have been reading them and they have been so appreciated.

With much love
The Domestic Princess


Hello readers

You’ve probably noticed that there’s been sometime since my last post and there won’t be any posts for the foreseeable future as well.  Unfortunately, the Domestic Queen has been extremely unwell and the outlook is not looking promising at all.  I’m sure you understand that all my time and energy has to be focused on her at the moment.

I will be back when life is more on an even keel.

With much love

The Domestic Princess


January’s Workout Songs

Hello lovely readers!

Happy New Year!  I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season.  After spending two fantastic weeks in the UK catching-up with friends and family, we jetted off to Utah to spend Christmas with our dear friends, The Rays and to ski!  Needless to say, we had a fabulous time. Now that I’m back home, it’s back to reality, which amongst other things, means blogging!

I’m sure many of you have made resolutions regarding exercising more, so today’s new workout music for January will hopefully help you stay motivated with your plans!  I’m still quite keen on some of November’s tunes, so will be mixing them up with these news ones.

Party Girl by McFly

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Scream & Shout by (feat. Britney Spears)

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Sweet Nothing (feat. Florence Welch) by Calvin Harris

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Turn Around (feat. Ne-Yo) by Conor Maynard

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Catch My Breath (Cutmore Remix) by Kelly Clarkson

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Black & Gold (Radio Edit) by Sam Sparro

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Spectrum (Calvin Harris Remix) by Florence & The Machine

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Mighty Wings by Cheap Tricks

Click here to download it from iTunes, and here to download from Amazon

Did you make any resolutions?  If so, are you managing to stick with them?  I’ll share mine in a future post.

With much love
The Domestic Princess

Stocking fillers for teenage boys

So, I’m onto the final stocking filler suggestions today, and that’s for teenage boys. Hopefully if you have a teenage boy to buy for, you’ll find something from my selection below.
Stocking presents - teenage boys

D-ring belt, £10 from Topman

FCUK body spray & wash, £8 from French Connection

Grey beanie hat, £8 from River Island

So Cal bracelet, £5 from Hollister

Chalk “Wake Me” sign, £9.99 from Strawberry Fool

My Cuppa Tea mug, £7.50 from John Lewis

Ted, the movie, £10 from Amazon

Gummy bears in a tin, £9.99 from Selfridges

Coldplay Live 2012, £8.99 from Amazon

Creative noise isolating headphones, £8.99 from Amazon
Look out for more festive posts!
With much love
The Domestic Princess
PS only 1 more day left to enter the giveaway!

Stocking fillers for teenage girls

Hello readers!
Can you believe that two weeks today, Father Christmas will be back home enjoying a well-earned rest?!  Me neither.  Sorry there wasn’t a post yesterday, but I was travelling from India to the UK.  Today’s post is continuing with stocking fillers, and this time for teenage girls.  Please excuse the different layout, the software package I normally use to do these kind of posts is unfortunately only installed on our Mac Pro, which isn’t very portable!
Teenage girls stocking fillers

Black lace purse, £8 from Accessorize

Handcuff ditsy bracelet, £6 from ASOS

Touchscreen gloves, £7.95 from

Lipgloss set, £10 from Topshop

Crystal dot nail varnish strips, £8 from Harvey Nichols

Mushroom mug, £10 from Topshop

Daisy-dip candle, £8 from John Lewis

Toffee & fudge hot chocolate, £8 from Harvey Nichols

Chocolate smiles, £3.99 from Thorntons

Zebra glitter nail files, £3.75 from Accessorize

I’ll be back tomorrow with some stocking filler suggestions for teenage boys.

And if you haven’t entered the giveaway yet, you only have two more days to enter!
With much love
The Domestic Princess

Stocking fillers: Young girls & boys

Earlier in the week I gave you stocking filler suggestions for the older generation & mums & dads, so today I’m focusing on the younger ones:  little girls and boys.  Once again, everything is less than £10.

Stocking Fillers for Young Girls

  1. Fairytales finger printing set, £7.99 from The Pea’s Knee’s
  2. Double strand Alice band, £3.00 from Accessorize
  3. Twinkle toes chocolates, £5.00 from Hotel Chocolat
  4. Star beanie hat, £7 from John Lewis
  5. Butterfly stretch bracelet, £2.50 from Accessorize
  6. Russian doll tissues, £1.60 from Heals
  7. Hello Kitty purse, £3.50 from Marks & Spencer
  8. Glittery owl stickers, £2.99 from Kidsen
  9. Glitterbabes Sparkle Bath Fizzer set, £4.00 from Boots
  10. Pippi Longstocking book, £5.59 from Amazon


Stocking Fillers for Young Boys

  1. The Nibblatrons chocolates, £5.00 from Hotel Chocolat
  2. The Lego Ideas Book, £8.50 from Amazon
  3. Dino hand transfers, £3.95 from The Pod Company
  4. Mini kite, £9.95 from Rigby & Mac
  5. Science Museum 3D drawing pad, £5.00 from The Science Museum
  6. Rearview spy glasses, £4.50 from Cotswold Trading
  7. Junior jokes, £4.80 from The White Company
  8. Monster finger printing set, £7.99 from The Pea’s Knee’s
  9. Whoopee cushion, £3.00 from John Lewis
  10. Soldier egg cup, £8.25 from Heals

And if you haven’t left a comment yet to be eligible to win the super goody bag, then get commenting!

With much love
The Domestic Princess

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