I’ve done it!

No, not the breast enlargement, but I’ve had my visible veins removed. In a bid to stay young and erase all evidence of my pregnancy I put myself under the needle and had something unnatural injected into my veins. The result is apparently fantastic, or so the doctor told me, but so far I’m wrapped up in some VERY tight stockings. Reinout was amazed when he walked in on me in the kitchen with my latest outfit.

“You are not coming close to me. In fact you are sleeping upstairs until you have that removed.” He obviously doesn’t understand my need and desire to compete with all the young and beautiful girls in his surroundings. It’s a loosing battle, or perhaps more of a Pyrrhus victory, because whatever will be won shall be achieved at great expense of my dignity.

I am already planning my next moves. Teeth bleach, fake boobs and laser treatment in my face. After this, botox and face lift… As if I didn’t have other worries in my life…

My legs in tight stockings

Yesterday in my new Donna Karan lamb waistcoat