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For once, I ain’t got much to say.

Bless me readers, for I have sinned. Its been nearly four weeks since my last blog post. I have no excuse other than sheer laziness and well, the whole lack of having anything of interest to share.

Since my last update I’ve been back with the surgeon and given the all-clear to return to work, which I did on Monday, this week. It was emotional and draining, to say the least, but I’m glad to be back in the saddle. To be honest, I kinda missed the humdrum of normality and the daily routine. I missed being in Dublin with the boy. I missed my friends here too. Despite being in mucho pain still, it was time to return.

As for the girls, well, Lefty is looking mighty fine. Only a few external stitches left to dissolve and she’s all good on the healing front. Unfortunately, Righty is still struggling, but getting there. She’s like the proverbial Ugly Duckling; I’ve got high hopes for her though. Seemingly, the constant pain will continue for another six months, at least. I still can’t exercise and since the surgery, six weeks ago, I’ve piled on an unsightly amount of weight. I don’t care though, its all worth it for the new, tiny, perky boobs. Oh and did I mention that the back and shoulder pain is gone. Yup, all gone…..hallelujah!

In other news, I am preparing myself for an exciting December; there’s lots going on. This also includes a trip to New York with the boy. First trip of the year and our first break away together. The poor guy has no idea what he has let himself in for. He hasn’t experienced my crazy stateside shopping addiction yet. It’ll be quite the test, I’m sure.

Soon after that I have my sisters wedding; two days after Christmas actually. All I have to do now is find the perfect gúna to wear on the day. I’m hoping NY helps me out on that front.

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.