Hello New Boobs!

Bonjourno!

With Sleigh-bells a-ringing in my ears and the fast approaching nip in the air hinting at snow, I decided to spend a weekend away from the other half and with the other love in my life - Miss Tweedle-Dumb. And since Miss Tweedle-Dee was sunning herself up on a family holiday in America (Second time to he States this year the Jammy git!) I thought that there was no better time than the present to have a nice catch up with my sister from another Mister. And with less than a week until she flew out to Rome on a romantic Anniversary/Christmas getaway with her boyfriend and even less shopping days to find a dress for her works Christmas Party I felt her pain and distress. 

Joining her at the Greek restaurant back home in Dunstable, we shared a wonderful medley of meze dishes including Vine Leaves, Halloumi Cheese, Filo Pastry Sacks and chunks of grilled meats. And oh how I do love a selection of little foods that take me back to a holiday. To think that it was about eight weeks ago that Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Miss Tweedle-Dee and I all returned from our Greek adventure and now it was nearly Christmas! Nevertheless as we sat and discussed the world and all of her problems, one by one we sorted them out and finally after finishing the overpriced wine we left and headed back to the warmth of Miss Tweedle-Dumb's family home where we would spend the rest of the night in fits of giggles before falling asleep together on a blow-up bed in the dining room. 

Oh but I had the best dream ever! So there I was - Setting the scene for you now; Grey city, New York I assume. Tall, tall buildings. Everything in muted colours, Grey, Brown, Black, Olive, Maroon. Then I find myself in a lift lobby or landing of an apartment suite. Evan Peters (From American Horror Story and Kick Ass - General Hot topic in my eyes and someone I would love to see under the mistletoe this holiday season) is there. He says how beautiful I am. But I am with Mr. Warehouse. I can't! Can I? Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Tweedle-Dee who I am holidaying in the city with are supportive, unusual as in that situation they would have been very opinionated and forceful in me staying faithful to Mr. Warehouse. Over the course of the dream which felt a blissfully long, the more time I spent with Evan the more colours I saw, each of them brighter than the last. Then one evening before my flight back that evening I was presented with some dresses by Evan's maid/Mom. So Many styles, all of them long and flowing ball-gowns in various technicolour, although still dull in colour - Plum, Forest green, Gold, Chocolate, Aubergine, Sea green, Midnight blue and Ruby red. I wanted them all and yet I felt I could not have them as they were not mine to keep. Confused, I had a premonition in my dream that Evan was going to propose to me. I saw the ring and him buying it, just as I had always imagined, gold band with a Blue/Black Sapphire enclosed by crystal clear diamonds. It was not long before I was standing back in the lift lobby or landing of Evan's New York City apartment suite. I explained I had to go. My Work's Christmas party was in a matter of hours and I still had to board a plane and get back to the UK. Evan held me closed, pulled me into his warm chest and embraced me like no-one had done so in a while. I knew then that this was something special. Evan said that I was something very special and that Mr. Warehouse was a very lucky guy to have me. I tore myself apart to look one last time into his beautiful brown eyes and pulled me in close. Somewhere I could hear music. Sad and slow. 

Gradually I was pulled out of the dream and back to the reality of sleeping underneath a plant pot in Miss Tweedle-Dumb's dining room. Oh the sadness, the shear and utter sadness at the realisation that my dream with Evan Peters was not reality! Genuinely the saddest and most melancholy I have ever awoken from a dream, even though there was not sex or kissing involved there was a romantic and lustful connection I felt stronger than I have felt in waking life with anyone. Reading up on the dream and its meanings later on in life (as you do) made me realise that there was more to the dream than just some intense emotions and posed some unavoidable questions that needed answering rather than just burying my head in the sand and ignoring it all. 

Getting up and getting dressed I mourned my dream in New York with Evan Peters still even as Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I got in her little car and made our way to the shopping centre, arriving just in time for some poorly prepared breakfast, followed by some equally poor service. In search for a dress, appropriate for a Work's Christmas party which has sleeves to hide bingo wings and a skater skirt to hide the other multitude of yearly sins. seemed to be harder than I thought. Too long, too short, too tight to expensive, no arm coverage! Nothing seemed to fit the bill! Angry and annoyed we tried our luck at Pepperberry and Bravissimo, hoping that the niche market of larger busts would cater to the already well endowed Miss Tweedle-Dumb. Not finding anything we liked and with half hour to kill before our manicures we decided to have a bra fitting! And boy oh boy am I glad we did. 

Turns out that for the decade or there about, I have been wearing the completely wrong bra size. I had been told a few weeks before that I was the wrong size by someone but chose to ignore it thinking I was just having a good posture day or something. But no. I had been wearing a size B to C cup since I was about sixteen. I am now ... wait for it! A size DD to an E cup!? Thats like going from Gwyneth Paltrow tits to which aren't half bad to Kelly Brook boobs! It was a transformation that happened in the space of ten minute and my god have they changed my outlook on life. I was so down trodden with the hassle of dress shopping and stress of it all and yet someone handing me a better fitting bra and confirming I have massive Bap's has not only put me in a good mood for the rest of Saturday but for the rest of the week it seems since I cant stop talking about my new boobs. I have told the warehouse guys, I told the engineers at work, my sales rep's, heck I even told Mr. Warehouse's family round the table at afternoon tea Sunday afternoon. I love my boobs and how big they are. I can't wait to see what happens in different dresses and outfits and how much better I looked after buying all these new bra's! Even today wearing my first properly fitted bra in years I felt invincible! Come on work place give me your shitty comments and your snidey office politics remarks, I shall rebuff them with my bountiful breasts! Crappy customer? WHO CARES I HAVE BIG TITS! I am in love with myself all over again which for an egotistical, hedonistic, slightly controlling megalomaniac seemed impossible! 

And yes so whilst in the grand old scheme of things that Shopping on Saturday was fruitless in terms of a dress for either mine or Miss Tweedle-Dumb's Christmas Works Do, we found out with both have new boobs! A very productive day! 

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx