I went swimsuit shopping today. I only needed to find part of a swimsuit, a top half. I have some board shorts I picked up last year (new) that pretty much go with everything. Since I don’t really swim much anymore, I didn’t want to spend a mint. I headed to Goodwill and started my search. Usually I’m skeeved out by buying used undergarments. But a swimsuit top seemed easily washable and harmless. I wanted something like a tankini top for a Mom-and-Ruby outing later this weekend.
I screwed my courage to the sticking place and picked some suits to try on.
Swimsuit top number one: Great pattern of pink, brown and green swirly things, like a flat salad. Verdict: saggy baggy elephant. No.
Swimsuit top number two: Black-and-white graphics. Liking it. Verdict: too short. Really?! How did that happen?
Swimsuit top number three: Black and lavender floral number with a dramatic edge. Verdict: too big. Next!
Swimsuit top number four: Pink tank style with graphic black and white Os on it. Verdict: looks okay. I will probably only wear it once this summer, maybe twice.
This is one of those times when I wish we could return to the 1920s bathing costumes, and not because of modesty, as so many have championed. They simply look better on most gals.
See? It’s a mini dress! The model (above) looks adorable and fully made up, like a doll. Hmm. Wait a minute. I don’t remember the lace gloves or spats action. Are those…hoops in the skirt? The shoes look sturdy. How do you keep the cap on? Sigh. Okay, I changed my mind.
It seems that swimming in any age save the very beginning of time was fraught with wardrobe issues. If only I were a mermaid.