Calendar Girl Blog: Breast Stories Abound

I'm a vintage clothes nut. My body seems to have been built from a late 40's template, one that might be referred to as curvy. As well, I'm no fan of fashion magazines or shopping in conventional stores. I find the emaciated models frightening and the monotony of new clothing stores boring. That said, I do own current clothes. I usually find a style of clothing I like and then buy multiple copies in various shades to save me from having to return when my clothes wear out.

I think that bears repeating. I wear my clothes out. No re-sale for my duds.

With vintage, my clothes never go out of fashion because they are so far out of fashion they can not be rated in the same way. And I have no fear of showing up in the same outfit that someone else is wearing.

So tell me I wasn't in heaven when I found a crammed little store called Dressed in Time, tucked around the corner and down the side somewhere in Halifax.

I spent a long time in the store and tried on dozens of pieces. The owner was very helpful. And as it goes when I'm traveling, we started to chat about this, that and finally breasts.

Which lead to her telling me the following sad story about an older women she knew who had a breast reduction surgery at 65. Her large breasts were interfering with her day to day enjoyment of life. Apparently, things didn't go well with the surgery and after six weeks, a nurse discovered that a drainage tube had not been removed. The infection was advanced. Antibiotics were prescribed. Two more surgeries were performed until the woman had undergone the equivalent of a radical mastectomy. She slowly faded and eventually died.

How tragic is that?

Calendar Girl find breast surgery difficult to swallow unless it's for life saving purposes. Surgery is risky business at the best of times. From the stories Calendar Girl hears, breast surgery seems even more so.

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