31 Dec 2013

20 Resolves to Change Your Life

It's that time of year again. Time to say goodbye to a year gone by, to welcome a brand new year. A time to look back, reflect and resolve.  A time to hope that all the resolutions will last longer this time round. Perhaps for the whole new year. And then we could just call them a lifestyle change instead.

I hereby do solemnly resolve to -
  • Eat less (of the trashy variety)
  • Eat more (of the healthy, vitamin-infused variety)
  • Drink less (of the alcoholic, caffeinated and fizzy kinds)
  • Drink more (of all other kinds, read water)
  • Exercise more (running circles around a toddler does not count)
  • Lose weight (fat, not muscle. Cellulite, not grey matter) 
  • Tackle housework before it piles up (not rugby-tackle the hoover in a fit of frustration)
  • Read more (browsing the internet does not count)
  • Write more (than just shopping lists)
  • Blog more (less of what I find humorous, more of what actually is)
  • More gentle parenting (less temper tantrums for all involved)
  • More interactive parenting (less reliance on CBeebies)
  • Take more photographs (selfies do not count)
  • Count more blessings (any reason not to really cry counts as a blessing. Maybe write them all down, just to jog memory when want to cry without good reason)
  • Limit screen time (includes smartphone screens)
  • Limit time on social media (actual phone calls are exempt)
  • Less whinging (see 'Count more blessings')
  • Less whining (see 'Less whinging') 
  • Stay cool, calm, collected (unhassled, unfrazzled, unbothered by anything)
  • Transform into La Goddess Domestique (not a Stepford Wife)

Ambitious? Yes. This time next year, I will be a new me. Reinvented, refreshed, nearing the big 4-0, and hopefully past this mid-life crisis thing!

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26 Dec 2013

12 Things that Make Our Christmas

Christmas! A magical, most wonderful time of the year. When strangers smile at you, shop assistants chat with you and there is a mad rush to squeeze into that last parking space at the supermarket. A time when there is guilt-free binge eating. Not to mention drinking. When neighbours pop round with cards and Santa pops up in his grotto in most every town centre.

We love Christmas in the C household. We really do. More so since little J was born and it has taken on a whole new feel. It is less about cosy nights on the sofa snuggling up with warm mulled wine. It is more about shiny baubles, presents, twinkling fairy lights and chocolate reindeer with or without red noses. All about stirring the Christmas pudding and Santa getting stuck up the chimney going, "Achoo, achoo, achoo!" 

The last couple of years since having J, the focus has been on a family Christmas, our family Christmas. We are hoping to have our own traditions and build some beautiful, happy memories for J to cherish when he is no longer a little boy running circles around me as we gear up for a jolly festive season.

Here are 12 things that I hope will herald the advent of Christmas in our home year after year.

1) Santa 
Everything to do with good old Papa Noel gets us all excited in the C house.  J wanders around the house, hands on hips, humming Santa songs and going, "Ho, ho, ho." He has a little Santa doll that comes out of storage at the beginning of December and keeps him company all through the festive season. Most of all, we love putting on our bright red Santa hats everywhere we go.
J will outgrow the legend of Father Christmas, but our hats will always get us in the spirit of things every Christmas.

19 Dec 2013

Angelic Toddlers

We have all seen and heard of angelic little babies. Anyone ever heard of an angelic little toddler? 

A little angel of two years and a bit who does not

- have a hissy fit when they do not get their way

- wake up each morning screaming for something that they remembered they were not given the night before

- insist on having their own way all the time, defying their parents' authority, challenging it, every step of the way

- have this independent streak and sense of individuality that makes them want to do everything on their own, without seeking help, however impossible or impractical the task at hand may be for a two year old

- drop to the floor in a flood of tears, bawling, for no apparent reason whatsoever

- get into fisty-fights over a plaything/play space

- chatter incessantly all day long

- follow Mother around, insisting on helping with all the housework, ending up creating more work for her

- scratch/bite/hit out not only when they are irritable but also when they are super excited, almost like little puppies

- carry on till things are just so, because they like them just so 

- constantly test boundaries, push limits, try to see what they can get away with

- need reminders to stop screaming, to talk softly and use magic words

- use bargaining tactics with their parents to try and get their way

Ever wonder what happens to all those angelic little babies the moment they turn two? I did. Just this morning, as I was cajoling my screaming, sometimes angelic, sometimes not-so-much toddler to come up the stairs for a change of clothes. It is after all the season of angels and miracles.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

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18 Dec 2013

Coping with Grief

It is 3 weeks since my father, my Baba, passed away. I am still finding it extremely difficult to believe that he is no longer with us. I keep thinking he is still but a phone call away, as he had always been these last few years.

The emotions tend to range from overwhelming to subdued. There is frustration, helplessness, anger, disbelief, sadness. The 'what if's' and 'if only's' keep coming endlessly. 

I have normal moments. And then reality bites. It hits home all over again, that Baba is no more.

My little son, my J, is only 2 years old. I hate to think he is going to grow up not knowing his granddad, his Bandu Aba, at all. The only memories will be a few photographs and hearsay. 

I am trying to find closure. I have to. J at 2 years needs me more than I need to cling on to my grief. He is a remarkably sensitive child with an understanding far beyond his years. 

He had mentioned his Bandu Aba a good few times over the last days and weeks. Especially when we flew over to see my mother, my Aai, and the family. He was bewildered to see everyone there. Everyone except his Bandu Aba. 

Baba loved burning incense sticks. There was a particularly poignant moment when J and I walked into his room and caught a lingering whiff of incense - incense that had ceased to burn since the day Baba passed away. J stopped mid-step, turned to me with a questioning look, "Bandu Aba?" The last time we were in that room was over a year ago.

How do you explain death to a toddler to whom the concept is alien, non-existent? I started by saying that Bandu Aba had gone far away to do 'night night'. That he had gone in an aeroplane to a faraway place. J was not convinced. He kept asking for Bandu Aba. It did not help that I had a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes every time I told him this.

In the end I decided to put a happy face on it for J's sake. I told him that Bandu Aba had gone in a spaceship to live with his Aai and Baba, that he was now living with them among the stars. J wanted to know when he would go in a spaceship. Not for a very, very, very long time. He was already living here with his Aai and Baba. We got out Baba's photo and asked J if he wanted to say 'bye 'bye to Bandu Aba. He did, even blew him a kiss. We did not say "See you soon," though.

I got through this conversation with a calm face and no tears. J seemed to have found his closure.

He has not asked about Bandu Aba since. We were looking at some old family photos yesterday. I managed to do so without tears. J was happy to identify everyone in the photos. Even his Bandu Aba.

The time has come for me to let go. Life has to go on as normal. For J. Baba would not have liked it any other way.

12 Dec 2013

Goodbye, Baba

Farewell to a Beloved Father

We didn't always get along
We had our differences, squabbled,
But you were always there for me
When you were needed the most.

There for troubled times
And happy ones
On my wedding day
The birth of my son.

You did your best for me,
Though I might not have agreed
With all your parenting style
And old school fathering.

They say you shed a tear
when I was born.
Not that you coveted another son,
but were thinking of the day
You would be giving me away to
Another man.

I did not get to see you
As often as I would have liked,
But there was the surety
You would always be there
At the end of the phone line.

If I had known the last time we spoke
Was to be the last time ever,
I would never have hung up,
Would have talked on forever.

I write this with tears in my eyes
Wish I could have seen you
One last time
To say Goodbye, Baba,
I am missing you so much.

30 Nov 2013

Cookworks Kettle Capers

                                                           The day doesn't begin
Till a hot cup of tea
Has passed my lips
And then I am me.

A wire, a switch, a base
A bit of plastic, mainly stainless steel,
Warming and boiling water
My trusty buddy, at most every meal.

We've been together a very long time
Then one morning, I got a mighty fright,
I plugged it in, I flicked the switch 
But of the orange light, there was no sight.

Upset and unhappy, I tried with all my might
To fix my poor kettle, my morning's delight.
Water boiling in a pan, just doesn't feel right
I needed my Cookworks Kettle to be alright.

I turned it off, switched it on
Thumped the base, turned it upside down
Pulled the plug, and tried all sorts
Even cleaned the kettle, to hear its boiling sound.

Nothing happened, not even a flicker
Annoyed, I walloped it in disbelief,
Then a miracle, something clicked
My kettle started boiling, what a relief!

On a cold winter's morning 
Or a wet summer's day
My trusty Cookworks Kettle
Is never far away.

This blog post is my  entry into the Tots100/PartSelect ’Love Your Appliance’ competition.
This appliance gets my seal of approval!

26 Nov 2013

What's He Said Now?

"What a mess!" My son said to me when I dropped a box of his building blocks on the floor. Talk about role reversal!

I have to be uber careful about what I say around J these days. He is emulating not just what I say, but how I say it as well. Scary!

"Oh my God!"
"In a minute."
"Be careful."
"Come on, M-----."

"Vaidehi, Vaidehi, Vaidehi," when he really wants my attention.

"J---- manage." When asked if he needed help getting out of his car seat.

"No kissy, no cuddle." M and I being told what was wanted, or in this case not wanted, in no uncertain terms.

"Morning, Sunshine." J greets the morning with a bright smile, most days.

Baby Grope - is what J insists on calling his babygro. Sigh!

I was telling J about why he should take care when climbing stairs. I told him that if it is a big boo boo, Aai will not be able to kiss it better. He might need to see a doctor. J looks at me with his innocent brown eyes and says, "Doctor kissy." I do so wish it was always that easy, my sweets. 

Wot So Funee?

25 Nov 2013

Out of a Babygro, into a Onesie

My J is no longer the little baby he once was. He is a proper little boy now. Nothing could have driven home the fact more than that he no longer fits in any of his babygros. We were using the last available size and now the feet are too snug. There is a lot of tugging and pulling to fasten the popper buttons. They don't even stay fastened for very long.

We moved out of vests with popper buttons into proper 'big boy' vests some time back. But I was clinging on to the babygros as the last remaining reminder of J's baby days.

It is just over 2 years, but it feels like the end of an era. J has worn a babygro for every day of his 2-odd years (other than when it was too warm). He wore his first ever babygro the day he was born. It was too big for him. The sleeves overshot his little curled-up fists, the shoulders slid off his frame.

Then I watched as he grew into those babygros. And then out of them. I had to go buy the next size up, again, and again, and again. Till we reached this last available size. And now he has outgrown that.

J always wears a babygro to bed. It might sound a bit silly, but I am feeling rather emotional letting go of the babygro. It is a significant milestone as far as I am concerned. A definite move from babyhood into the land of grown-ups. Into the land of pyjamas and bed-socks.

But all is not lost. I intend to cling on to the babygro for as long as I possibly can. Helped along by the rise of the onesie. From where I stand, it does look incredibly like an oversized babygro.

Today, I popped into our local George at Asda and picked up a lovely onesie for J. It is all cotton and looks really snug and warm. I presume it will wash and wear well. It is a beautiful bright blue all over. A vibrant indigo blue. With a band of white geometric print running across the front. And a white zipper to match. It also has a little hood. There are two pockets on the front for little hands to tuck into to keep warm. And no feet.

So we will still need a pair of socks to keep his feet warm. And since it is a hooded onesie, and J shouldn't be going to bed in a hooded anything apparently, we will need some jammies for bedtime after all.

Maybe I'll just buy him one without a hood next time. And with little feet on the end. Just to remind me of the times when he still wore a babygro to bed. 

19 Nov 2013

Orchard Jigsaw Puzzles

I have finally plucked up the courage to write my first ever review post. I am so impressed with Orchard Jigsaws, I had to go ahead and write it.

We bought J his first Orchard Jigsaw for his first birthday. It was the Transport puzzle. It has six individual jigsaw puzzles, each made up of two large, brightly coloured, shaped pieces that fit together. 

The pieces are quite chunky for little hands to hold and manoeuvre with ease. And strong enough to survive some persistent thumping. Just perfect for little tots who are starting out in the world of jigsaws. 

J took to puzzle-solving with such flair, we decided to skip the intermittent stages and jump straight to the bigger jigsaws. Just to challenge him a little bit.

So the next Orchard jigsaw J got was the 20-piece Who's on the Farm? puzzle. It came last Christmas when he was 18 

months old. It was a bit of a challenge for him to begin with, but he soon warmed to it with a little help. The fact that all his favourite animals were on the pictures just helped matters along. 

In a few months, he could identify all the animals and could mimic the sounds they make. He could spot the tractor, apple tree and the red wellies too. 

The 25-piece Who's in the Jungle? was the next Orchard jigsaw puzzle that we bought for J, this one for his second birthday. It proved to be just as big a hit as the previous two had been. He can piece it together all on his own now and knows all the animals - even Flamingo and Hippo!

We are absolutely delighted with each one of our Orchard purchases. They have been excellent value for money and have given us many hours of fun. That they help dexterity, problem-solving and vocabulary-building are just an added bonus. As is the fact they are made from recycled materials.

The constant feature has been beautiful, bright and vibrant colours that make the pictures rather endearing. The pieces and the boxes housing the sets are very sturdy and have survived boisterous handling by a tot, with very little signs of wear and tear. 

A special mention for the boxes for Who's on the Farm and Who's in the Jungle. Each has a plastic handle for little hands to carry around like a little suitcase. Very charming!

J has and is still having a lot of fun with his Orchard jigsaw sets. He has pieced them together so many times, he now has a very innovative way of making them even more fun. He has resorted to mixing all the pieces from the three sets together!

I must say he does manage to sort them out into their individual boxes when it comes to tidy-up time.

The time has come to be more adventurous and venture into the world of Orchard board games now. Or even bigger jigsaws.

Wonder what J will get for Christmas this year? The new Animal Games or the Old MacDonald Lotto perhaps?

In the meantime, if you are thinking of getting a fun, educational present for a toddler or older child, head over to Orchard Toys. You will not be disappointed.

Disclaimer: All the Orchard jigsaw puzzles used and reviewed in this blog post were paid for and purchased by me. I was not offered any incentive or compensation to write this review.

Happy Kids, Inc

18 Nov 2013

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16 Nov 2013

Bombay Potatoes - Spicy Aloo in Mumbai

There was a time when I was experimenting with creating lenses on Squidoo as a lensmaster. There is just a lot happening at the moment, so squidooing is on the back burner for now. I did manage to produce a few lenses while I was there. One of them, my recipe for Bombay Aloo or Bombay Potatoes made it to the cover of Good Veg, an online magazine for vegeterian recipes powered by Squidoo. 

It is such an easy and delightful recipe, I cannot help but blog about it. The recipe uses some beautiful spices to flavour potatoes, transforming them into Bombay Potatoes.

Bombay Aloo                  

14 Nov 2013

J Speaks. More Each Day!

Sparkolours - sparklers with colour

Helephant - Heffalump? Half an elephant?
"Look! Helephant!" said J, pointing out the living room window. "And Monkey!"
In the North West of England. In the middle of November. What next?

Every time Sam Bailey comes on to sing on the X Factor, J gets very excited. He points to the screen and goes, "Aai, Aai, Aai! Singing!"
Sigh! If only I sounded that good! Or looked half as glam.
What would I do without my little J? I would be quite lost without my biggest supporter in the whole wide world.

J follows me around everywhere. So I call him my 'sheput'. It means tail in our native tongue.
J has figured out what it means, heaven knows how. The other day, he wanted M to go with him into the kitchen. He stood peering around the door, a cheeky grin lighting up his eyes. Beckoning to M with a crook of his little finger he said, "Come on, Shepoot." M and I could only collapse in a hysterical fit of giggles.

J  now says, "Bless you," every time I sneeze. He says it every time he sneezes too! Especially if I forget to say it to him. Bless him!

Wot So Funee?

"Doka sambhal, Baba!" J telling his Father to 'mind his head' as he was crouching under a low beam in soft play.

10 Nov 2013

Sunday 10 Nov 2013


Writing for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) 2013

We were at the park this afternoon, enjoying some winter sun. J was on the swings, wanting to be pushed higher and faster. After one particularly strong push from M, J pipes up, "Carefoool, Baba! Carefoool. Don't like it!"

Guess it was M that needed to be careful, especially as J got him with two little feet stretched straight out in front of him. As for not liking it, that didn't stop him staying put on the swings till we prised him out.

8 Nov 2013

Guilt-Tripping Through Parenthood

Does anyone else feel it too
Guilt-tripping through parenthood?
Trying to be the perfect parent
Hard work, when every moment
You fail 
To live up to your expectations.
Agony, guilt, tears
For you, not them.

A screaming tot tugging at your knee
Ignored, as you cook a meal,
CBeebies on for an hour or two
As you catch your breath, a cup of tea,
Trying to read, write, network, socialise
Your tot, no input, playing by your side.

A struggle to brush teeth, cut hair, nappy change
Give in to tantrums or hold out?
For how long?

Anyone else feel it too
The strain of juggling home, tot, blog the lot?
Is it bad parenting or being human
Is there a fine line
That I can't see?
Is it just me?

My Life As A Mummy
Weekend Blog HopProse for Thought

7 Nov 2013

Autumn Leaves

Red, yellow, orange and brown
Gently on the breeze, falling down,
Covering the soft grass under the trees
A blanket of curled-up autumn leaves.

Crunch, crunch, they make a sound
Under my feet, walking around,
We'll come back, they seem to say
Tender and green, on a spring day.

Until then, here shall we lie
The heat of summer long gone by,
Waiting for the frost and snow
As winter casts a cold shadow.

On the grass, under the trees                     
A blanket of dry autumn leaves.

6 Nov 2013

How to Make a Paper Lantern in Minutes

This is the second of two instalments of fun craft activities we got upto over this half-term. 

We had just been to watch a free showing of Toy Story the weekend before. J has been so impressed with Buzz Lightyear and rockets ever since that even his little water bottle is now a rocket!

He expressed a desire to make a 'craft rocket'.  As it was Diwali and we needed to make a paper lantern, I decided to fashion one to resemble a rocket. 

5 Nov 2013

Diwali - The Festival of Lights

Our Diwali celebrations draw to a close today. We have had a fantastic five days of festive fun. 

We have been lighting tealights on our windowsill in the pretty holders we crafted this week.

4 Nov 2013

Besan Ladoo (Sweet Gram Flour Balls) for Diwali

Diwali would not be complete without a lot of home-made sweet and savoury delicacies. 

This is the first Diwali since J was born, or for that matter the first Diwali ever, when I have wholeheartedly assumed cooking responsibilities. I am after all a very new convert to domestic goddess-ness.

So I have been slaving over the kitchen stove these last couple of days, following my Aai's (mother's) instructions (thank goodness for hands-free and speaker phones), trying my very best to produce some edible goodies. 

Some experiments were glorious fails, some were fairly successful, and some more were salvaged by timely intervention by Aai on the end of the phone.

3 Nov 2013

Pretty Tealight Holders

Writing for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) 2013

Now we have a super-organised craft box, what do we do with it? Get crafting, of course! 

We needed a really simple activity combining glue and 'shiny'. And in keeping with the festive spirit of Diwali, the festival of lights.

So we came up with this novel idea of making pretty shiny tealight holders. More like coasters or place mats for the little tealights.

2 Nov 2013

So funny

Writing for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) 2013

J and I were dancing to some music. I was getting a bit carried away with my moving and shaking under the very strong influence of #SCD (Strictly Come Dancing for the uninitiated).

A "So funnnie," stopped me in the middle of a twist. There stood J with a huge grin on his little face.

I just hope he meant he was having fun with the dancing. Not that the sight of his mother dancing was very funny.

I continue to live in hope.

1 Nov 2013


Writing for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) 2013

November this year is a super busy month. On the social front, on the writing front, on every conceivable front! 

November is National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). As a participating blogger, you are expected to write and post on your blog every day for the whole month. 

I have decided to take on this challenge, and have signed up with Vonnie's lovely linky. 

Starting today, we are celebrating Diwali, the festival of lights. So for the next five days there will be a lot cooking, cleaning, decorating and a general sprucing up the C residence. Not to mention entertaining and being entertained. All with a tot in tow. 

30 Oct 2013

Toy Story

I have said it before, and I will say it again. We don't really do Halloween. I am not one for scary, spooky anything. And I don't suspect that at two, J is too keen to be worried and scared by ghouly ghostly monsters either. We did craft a sock monster as our homage to Halloween. But that is about as far as I am willing to go with gore. At least for the time being. 

So what do we do the weekend before Halloween?  We head into Altrincham Town Centre to stock up on our craft supplies.  Now there is a ghost town if there ever was one!

28 Oct 2013

A Crafting We Will Go

I was recently reading a lovely blog post about alternative gift ideas by Maggy Woodley. She talks about a craft box as an alternative to traditional presents for kids aka toys.

Any sort of craft box is non-existent in the C household. I have bits and pieces strewn around the house, a ball of wool, some coloured paper, a glue stick, some threads and needles. We seem to have got by without one so far. We have made some paper flowers and even a sock monster.

But there has never been an organised effort to create something that resembles a craft box.

I vaguely remembered owning a pair of knitting needles and a couple of crochet hooks as well. I am clueless as to where they lie in the house at the moment.

That was the last straw. The obsessive compulsive organiser in me could not carry on functioning in this random manner.

25 Oct 2013

Corn and Cumin Rice

Cumin is a staple spice in any kitchen of Indian origin. So goes without saying, it is omnipresent in my kitchen and in my cooking.

I grew up eating a lot of cumin rice. It is extremely popular as a main course through large parts of India.

24 Oct 2013

The Versatile Blogger Awards

A massive thank you to Debs over at Super Busy Mum for my Versatile Blogger Award nomination. My first ever award! I am really rather chuffed about it. So much, that I still haven't stopped grinning :-D The Versatile Blogger Awards are a great way of recognising blogs that deserve some recognition.

So here are 7 random facts about me -

1) I am a recovering chocoholic. Always recovering.

2) Cooking was a pet peeve until very recently. I am always looking for shortcuts in the kitchen.

3) I am technologically challenged. I cannot even change a lightbulb. There was a time when any electronic equipment would go bust if I so much as ventured near it.

4) A holiday in Majorca has inspired me to take Spanish lessons. Two words so far - Hola, Adios.

5) I love Strictly Come Dancing. I absolutely love to dance, although I am terrible at it. Dancing nowadays is restricted to jumping around with J and going to the occasional Zumba class.

6) I quite enjoy doing puzzles of all sorts. Sudoku, word challenges, logic problems, jigsaws, the lot. 

7) I have a bit of an obsessive compulsive streak. Things have to be a certain way, no compromise. The OH often bears the brunt of it.

And here are 7 lovely bloggers that I want to nominate for the Versatile Blogger Award:

1) Sara Murray at Mum Turned Mom
2) Fiona J at Green Loving Girl
3) Vonnie at A Woman wearing Many Hats
4) Claire at Great British Family
5) Colette at Going on an Adventure
6) Helen at Peakle Pie
7) Emma at Helvetia Handmade

The rules of the Versatile Blogger Award are:

* You must put the Versatile Blogger Award pic on your blogspot.
* Make sure to thank the blogger that nomiated you, in your post.
* Finally write 7 random facts about yourself and nominate 7 other bloggers.

21 Oct 2013

The Sock Monster

J is beginning to discover the joys of using a glue stick. I have sourced out a brand that is washable and solvent-free, so he can use it with minimum supervision.

So taken is he by the glue and the ability to create, that he expressed a desire to 'do craft' this morning.  He was rather vocal about it too.

I am still in the process of assembling a decent craft-box. All I have is bits and pieces lying around the house.

So what could we do with one googly eye, scraps of paper and bits of wool? A sock monster, of course!

We don't really do Halloween. So this could be our Halloweeny thing.

I found a lonely old sock belonging to J from when he was a baby lying at the bottom of his sock drawer. We stuck on the googly eye and a woolly nose. A piece of colourful string became smiling lips. (You don't do grumpy,  scary monsters when you are two). We gave our monster some spiky blue paper hair.

Me and the Sock Monster
J and the Sock Monster

And there we had him. Our smiley Sock Monster. J was thrilled to bits. We took turns wiggling him on our hands. He hid behind cushions,  he tickled our tummies and he made us giggle.

Our Sock Monster does not have a name yet. What shall we call him?

20 Oct 2013

Bin Your Bra

I resolved to do it and now I have done it.

It took me a while to find my nearest House of Fraser shop. It took me even longer to find the bra bin inside the shop. That probably was just me trying to contend with a toddler who, like all males of his species,  hates all things shopping.

But I did it. I binned a great big bunch of bras that were cluttering up my lingerie drawer. All for a very good cause. A cause that is close to my heart for some very personal reasons. 

It was in support of Lorraine's Bin Your Bra campaign to raise money for Against Breast Cancer, a charity that is involved with breast cancer research.

So ladies, and gentlemen with access to unloved bras, head to your nearest bra bin with your bagfuls. Certainly better than taking them to the landfill.

There is no better time to declutter and support a worthy cause.

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