What's this horrible task of which I dare speak? What is it that leaves many of my beautiful friends in tears this season? If you are a woman you likely knew as soon as you read the title: swimsuit shopping! I fear it so much that I haven't done it in five years. That's right, my swimsuit was as old as Ryan. So last night I steeled my resolve and headed to the mall...
After trying on what felt like every swimsuit at the mall (and by "every" I obviously don't mean the bikini's - puh-lease), I have decided that swimsuits are designed by testosterone filled 16 year old boys. The only body type those suits could look good on are the girls that adolescences dream about. Some of my readers have that body. So please - immediately stop reading this blog and go out and use that bikini before gravity and child-bearing make bikini's a distant memory! (There are some of you who by diet and exercise still look awesome and bikini-worthy even after having babies. But I'm not speaking to you anymore.)
After a couple of hours I started totally disregarding the color and pattern of the suit, and concentrated solely on the style, or cut, of the suit. Basically, my only requirement was that I achieve coverage of my top half. (After three kids, it ain't what it used to be ya know!) Well, I finally found something acceptable. Unfortunately, the colors and pattern of the suit are bright and jarring and totally not my taste. But at least with one wrong move (or more likely, tug from one of my children), I won't be fully exposed for the world to see.
Ah, the things to look forward to once the baby comes! And I'm sure it just gets worse with each kid...Let's see...gorgeous, perfect body or a loving family full of kids...I think you made a great choice!
Blogged about swimsuit shopping last year. Oh, what fun!