Normal transmission will resume soon…..I promise

I’ll be honest, I’ve kinda dropped the ball on the blogging thing in the last week or so but I promise I’ve got a real good excuse. I have actually been busy; busy with something other than shopping, boozing or tweeting that is. Busy studying to be exact!

The new me post-op......blue haired and skinny

I know, I know, I’ve shocked even myself with my adult and sensible approach to my upcoming exam.

It’s all very boring to be honest; I’m doing a Certificate in Mortgage Practice and studying for my first exam which is in ‘Mortgage Advice’ (told you its boring).

Anyhoo, due to the study time involved and the fact that I have NO clue whatsoever about mortgage advice, loans, regulations and the likes, I’m putting my blog on the back-burner until the exam is over.

Don’t worry; it’s not too far away. September 4th is exam day, which will be closely followed by my first appointment with my new surgeon in the Blackrock clinic on Monday 6th September….WOOP!

Now if that isn’t enough of a reason for a big-ass WOOP I don’t know what is?!?!?

Until then, don’t miss me too much. Oh and say a little prayer to the exam gods for me.


Lingering on lingerie

This blog post was inspired by the wonderful, talented and super funny Rosemary MacCabe. She blogs about fashion and stuff on RosemaryMacCabe.com, oh and for the Irish Times at Fash Mob. She recently wrote about the new underwear line from Marks & Spencer; which is chocolate box pretty by the way.

This got me to thinking of my imminent new boobs and how I will need to replace all of my bras. It also has me very excited about the endless possibilities and choices open to me with the new and smaller boobs. Since then I’ve spent hours online drooling at the purty items on Agent Provocateur and Victoria’s Secret;  much like a teenage boy, I imagine.

The thoughts of being able to buy bright, candy coloured bras in every style and shape is mind-blowing.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

This coming from a gal who has spent most of her adult years in boring black, white and nude sensible brassieres with wide straps and ugly patterns.

I know I’m probably getting ahead of myself here. I suppose it’s something to keep my mind off of the reality of the surgery and the four hour procedure. It’s also something to look forward to and a cheeky way of reminding the boy that he’ll be bringing me shopping when I’m all healed and better.


I finally did it……….

So, I’m finally getting around to this blogging lark. It has been a long time coming but a recent monumental happening in my life has spurred me on and now I feel like sharing it with the world. Those of you closest to me will know what I’m talking about, but for you people out there who don’t have a breeze as to what I’m referring to, I’m talking about “reduction mammoplasty”. Yup, you heard me right, that’s breast reduction surgery in laypersons terms.

Following THREE long years of waiting, I recently found out that I have been accepted as a suitable candidate for breast reduction surgery. To say that I’m excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. On the flipside of that excitement is the nervous panic; but that’s a story for another day.

Let me make one thing clear here before I go any further, this procedure is not for cosmetic reasons, it has been recommended as a medical procedure mainly due to back problems caused by carrying the girls around for many years.

So there you go, this is what has kick-started my foray into the blogosphere. I’m hoping to find it cathartic whilst I’m recovering from surgery; a means of distracting me and keeping my mind off the pain for the three weeks I’m off work. We’ll see though; I’ve a feeling there’ll be mucho whining and tears, lots of watching of old, classic 80’s movies and a ridiculous consumption of ice-cream.

Aside from all that, I’m hoping to say goodbye to these……….

And ‘hello boys’ with these………..