breaking eggs

I've been a weeeee bit depressed this week. There's been something on my mind that's really bugging me. Well, not so much on my mind, but rather on my chest.

Warning: if you don't like "TMI" now is the time to walk away.

My boobs are still growing. The last time I posted about the big boob issue, I had entered into a 38M.

I'm currently spilling out of said 38M and the last size you can get online is N.  I fear I need something bigger than that and I just can't find it anywhere.

I'm in desperate need of a breast reduction but if I get one right now, I would need to hire a live-in nanny, a maid and a cook. While my kiddos are so young and dependent, there's just no way I can have a surgery and take six weeks off from motherhood to recover.

What I need for right now is a bigger bra.

I don't mind the size really and can you believe that I'm JUST NOW starting to experience pain? My left breast is significantly bigger than the right and when unsupported (or poorly supported)  its tremendous weight pulls the skin on my chest, the tendons in my neck all the way up to my scalp. My upper back stays knotted and my clavicle feels like its cracked. Not cool.

I'm trying to lose weight, taking up exercise several days a week(no jumping jacks!) and cutting back on carbs but I fear it's not my weight that's the issue. I've only lost five pounds so far but my boobs just keep getting bigger and bigger. Pray for me,ya'll. I need a miracle.

A boobtastic miracle.

OK! Now that I've gotten that crap out of the way... let's PARTY!!

 I'm currently working on an upcoming Mardi Gras event. It's a god old fashion masquerade ball, but with a steampunk theme. I'm actually pretty tired of steampunk but we figured it'd be best to ride the recent wave of popularity before is recedes back into the sea of worn out sub-genres and trends... again.

A couple of friends of mine donated their huge collection of beads for us to use as decoration. I like the traditional Mardi Gras colors of purple, green and gold so I spent half a day untangling and picking out those pesky rebel colors. 

I found this gem in the lot.

I used a couple dozen of the necklaces to jazz up a cheap leprechaun to hat for my ball costume.

All it took was some hot glue, a few hours (two kids) and a tiny bottle of wine. I'm not done with it and I'm not going to show you the finished product until after the ball. I would rather show you all what it looks like with my costume. 

A little randomness:

And for everyone saying Cedar looks like me.... she's a clone of her father. We made her... in a laboratory.

(Joke.)

Lookin' cool.

   Rave in the bathtub.

  This was back on River's birthday. I let him eat an entire cinnamon roll.

I'm a good mama.

 And the coup de gras!!

CEDAR FACE TIME!!