Yesterday we took the kids to a lake for the afternoon. As we were preparing to leave, I put my swimsuit on and looked absolutely dreadful. It is different shades of pink with a tie on the side and spaghetti straps. It is really, REALLY horrible. So I wound up calling my sister and borrowing a suit from her to get me through the day. As I was combing through the ads for the upcoming week, one of the stores had a 60% off swimwear sale. So today I ventured out in pursuit of the "perfect" suit.
Let me begin by explaining that I have not purchased a swimsuit since 1995. Honestly. I was a senior in college and I was going on a spring break trip to Cancun with my friends. My mom brought me to JCPenney's and bought me a black, one piece with gold appliques. I thought it was stylish, but when I look back at pictures I wonder what I was ever thinking. It reminded me of sailing away on a yacht with the Howells (Gilligan's Island). I've since used my sisters hand-me-downs.
This afternoon I arrived at the store and walked straight to the swimwear section. There was only one rack of suits left to select from, and the variety was slim. I found a swim skirt that I liked and then chose a tank to try. I spent about an hour analyzing, debating, talking myself out of and talking myself into a suit. Do I love it? No. Do I hate it? No. I will admit that I am comfortable in it and it covers up many of my child-bearing forever keepsakes. However I look at it, it is a huge improvement from what I currently possess.