When I emerged from the bedroom today I thought that the fairies had visited. The sad reality was that DH had unwittingly trampled tar through the house. I have written before on our unwise choice of carpet colour, and there’s nothing like tar to make you realise how naive you were to think that pale [...]
When I emerged from the bedroom today I thought that the fairies had visited. The sad reality was that DH had unwittingly trampled tar through the house. I have written before on our unwise choice of carpet colour, and there’s nothing like tar to make you realise how naive you were to think that pale [...]
Two years ago on 18th February at 2.30pm, I married the man of my dreams in a very moving and romantic ceremony in Central London, followed by a very very amusing evening of Latin American kitsch. Every year on our anniversary DH wakes up and wishes that he could do it all again. I [...]
Two years ago on 18th February at 2.30pm, I married the man of my dreams in a very moving and romantic ceremony in Central London, followed by a very very amusing evening of Latin American kitsch. Every year on our anniversary DH wakes up and wishes that he could do it all again. I [...]
Two years ago on 18th February at 2.30pm, I married the man of my dreams in a very moving and romantic ceremony in Central London, followed by a very very amusing evening of Latin American kitsch. Every year on our anniversary DH wakes up and wishes that he could do it all again. I [...]
Two years ago on 18th February at 2.30pm, I married the man of my dreams in a very moving and romantic ceremony in Central London, followed by a very very amusing evening of Latin American kitsch. Every year on our anniversary DH wakes up and wishes that he could do it all again. I [...]
My hatred of Valentine’s Day began at boarding school. Having noted out of a classroom window the arrival of the village florist’s van, everyone would dash back to their house, as we did every day at 11am to swap books and eat our biscuit allowance. Of course on this particular February day biscuits were [...]
I’m Kelly, the face behind the vintage silhouette. She has a much better figure than me: I eat too much cookie dough. I’m a thirty-something Mother, Blogger and Girl Friday, married to my beloved DH.
Domestic Goddesque shares ideas for simple recipes, house-keeping and crafts for every age, along with a few shortcuts so that you can appear to be the Domestic Goddess you want to be.