I bought a new bathing suit this weekend. Which means that I've spent part of the last two weekends trying on every bathing suit in this stinkin' town. And two weekends of bathing suit shopping has taught me some valuable life lessons.
~No matter how much you weigh or what your dress size, bathing suit shopping is torture. If they would just make the terrorists spend 4 days shopping for stylish, modest, slimming beachwear with a matching cover up, President Obama wouldn't need to worry about "water boarding".
~Seriously, I was so disappointed that it wasn't easier than it was 50 lbs ago.
~Even after you loose 50 lbs, you still have the same pooches and rolls in the same places you've always had them. Granted, they're smaller, but you still gotta' hide them. Or at least cover them.
~Those tankini's? They are stylish. They are convenient when you have to use the restroom. But they are part of a conspiracy to make you pay more for your swim wear. $25 per piece to get a top and a bottom, as opposed to $30 for a one piece.
~At the end of the day, I don't really care what the print looks like. If the colors are bearable, and the fit is good, and the style is acceptable, and the rolls are hidden/covered . . . I'll buy it. Because who cares if it's polka-dot or floral or plaid if the fit is good?
~The bad part. They didn't have another suit in a different print, in the same style, by the same brand, in the same size. So, I'm still bathing suit shopping. Because as much as we're at the pool in the summers, I need two. Yeah.