Spinnin' Yarns

Wouldn't you be rather happy to sit upstairs and knit? I know I have.

And yes, oreos do help you heal. Sadly I am out. Malabrigo does as well, particularly the silky merino, but any will do. And mom made the quilt, it's made up of my favorite--batiks.

I wish I lived in here exclusively. I've got a bit more time in it left remaining in it, I think. Thank you lovely friends, I am feeling better (and am the better to know you) and having the antibiotics to knock out the infection really helped.

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Ok, here is a moment of truth... before and after in the same shirt. Mind you, I am still swollen and won't be at a regular size for probably a month or two, even. Which is good because right now I look lumpy.

before, obviously

and after

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I'm so excited!

I could never get into this shirt before surgery. Yay!

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Ok so I measured and we were trying to figure out what size I am, and it said 38A. Um, no, I don't think so. I am a 34-36 band size, and they definitely look not A to me... but I'd guess B or C. In any event, I don't think I'll have any idea until I am well enough to go to nordie's and have some lady man--er--woman-handle me.

The other option is that I am the same size I was, which is *definitely* not true. So, in other words, I have no idea.

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with warning to my male friends, several people have requested to see the new "girls" so here they are.

and here is at xmas

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It kind of really annoyed me how people would look at me (in winter clothes) and say they didn't think I *needed* a BR.

I give you--3 extra pounds on your chest.

Anyone who wants to judge me, I swear you should really get 3 lbs of whatever sort you wish, and strap them to your chest. For 2 weeks. Once you have done so, you will understand what I went through. For nearly two decades.

34DDD or 34E, not for wimpy people.

Then, there was the "thank god I won't have to haul these around next thanksgiving" picture:

By the way, you don't really get a good idea of how ginormous your boobs are until someone little takes a picture of you from their world looking up. Frankly I'm surprised they could see my face.

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