For the Mexico trip? I decided to buy a new suit. Ahem. It's red. And it's a bikini. And it's stringy.
I am...fairly fit, but made curvy. I am confident and most days it takes a lot to make me blush.
The path to this suit is one I thought you might appreciate, since my very good friend, confidant and fashion adviser JL is part of it.
A paraphrased conversation between JL and me, earlier this week:
Me: What is your position on the whole women of a certain age wearing bikinis?
JL: I wish we had a more European view of things and just did what's appropriate for an occasion instead of getting caught up in the whole age thing.
Me: I agree. I'm thinking of getting a string bikini for this Mexico trip, and I think I just needed to hear that it's really ok..to do whatever I'm comfortable doing..but not do something because someone says when you reach a certain age you stop wearing bikinis, you know?
JL: Yep. I think you should do what feels right, then rock it.
Cut to a few minutes later when I send JL two photos of very beautiful, very young models in bikinis. We both decide on the one below, mostly because strings let you adjust the suit, and the not strings doesn't. And we agreed that me diving into the ocean, losing my bottoms and flashing my ass to the entire Mexican Riviera? Probably not a sound strategy.
So I went with conservative:
Suit arrived yesterday. Hubby saw the box, and asked if I'd bought (subtext yet another) pair of shoes, to which I replied, 'Nope.'
Hubby: What'd you get, then?
Me: I'll show you when I'm ready.
Hubby: Why are you being mysterious about...oooooooh, it's a bathing suit, isn't it? Are you going to model it for me?
Me: I don't know yet..I'll let you know.
Hubby: Alrighty then.
Half an hour later, I decide I need to open the box. You know, to actually see what this thing looks like.
It looks just like the picture, really. Pretty. Red. Soft. Stringy. Tiny.
My body in that suit is ...different than the model, but, miraculously, there's enough suit to cover the critical real estate, and that's a good thing.
I decide to walk out into the living room. It takes Hubby a moment to look up, and when he does, he swallows, and then says, 'Well, you'd better be sure to knot those strings. Wouldn't want to have to deal with that when a waves come by.'
He makes a good point.
I am...fairly fit, but made curvy. I am confident and most days it takes a lot to make me blush.
The path to this suit is one I thought you might appreciate, since my very good friend, confidant and fashion adviser JL is part of it.
A paraphrased conversation between JL and me, earlier this week:
Me: What is your position on the whole women of a certain age wearing bikinis?
JL: I wish we had a more European view of things and just did what's appropriate for an occasion instead of getting caught up in the whole age thing.
Me: I agree. I'm thinking of getting a string bikini for this Mexico trip, and I think I just needed to hear that it's really ok..to do whatever I'm comfortable doing..but not do something because someone says when you reach a certain age you stop wearing bikinis, you know?
JL: Yep. I think you should do what feels right, then rock it.
Cut to a few minutes later when I send JL two photos of very beautiful, very young models in bikinis. We both decide on the one below, mostly because strings let you adjust the suit, and the not strings doesn't. And we agreed that me diving into the ocean, losing my bottoms and flashing my ass to the entire Mexican Riviera? Probably not a sound strategy.
So I went with conservative:
Suit arrived yesterday. Hubby saw the box, and asked if I'd bought (subtext yet another) pair of shoes, to which I replied, 'Nope.'
Hubby: What'd you get, then?
Me: I'll show you when I'm ready.
Hubby: Why are you being mysterious about...oooooooh, it's a bathing suit, isn't it? Are you going to model it for me?
Me:
Hubby: Alrighty then.
Half an hour later, I decide I need to open the box. You know, to actually see what this thing looks like.
It looks just like the picture, really. Pretty. Red. Soft. Stringy. Tiny.
My body in that suit is ...different than the model, but, miraculously, there's enough suit to cover the critical real estate, and that's a good thing.
I decide to walk out into the living room. It takes Hubby a moment to look up, and when he does, he swallows, and then says, 'Well, you'd better be sure to knot those strings. Wouldn't want to have to deal with that when a waves come by.'
He makes a good point.
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