Can I tell you about my crazy Wednesday?
I woke up and met Julie for an early morning 8-miler. I’m starting to believe my life will never revolve around waking up later than 7:30 am ever again. But we did see the sunrise, which was fabulous as always, and we got to see Cleveland’s version of cherry blossoms. They’re no Washington, D.C. cherry blossom, but at least we’ve got ’em. Kinda…?
Next up on the list was the mall. I went in for one thing but decided while I was there to check out the swimsuits. Let’s just say it’s true — bathing suit shopping is ridiculous. I own several bikinis, and I feel good in them. But I realized last summer that it’s darn near impossible to swim, or hold a child, with a strapless bikini. I have no interest in showing my chest to the world. I’d rather be covered up, thankyouverymuch. I was on a mission to find a one-piece black swimsuit. Not only was it darn near impossible to find, but the ones I did find were atrocious. They were overpriced and completely hideous. What happened to the days of fashionable one-piece suits? Not only that, but I looked and felt like a sausage in a too-tight casing. It was awful. I’m in shape and I eat well. What gives?! I was certain the dreaded swimsuit shopping experience wasn’t going to happen. I could not have been more wrong. It was embarrassing.
We went to four stores looking for a black one-piece suit. And I had to pee the entire time. And since I wasn’t planning on going anywhere except for the one store I parked right outside of, I didn’t even have the stroller. #momfail #rookiemistake
In other news, Little Bee was so cute at the mall. I wanted to put her in a dress since it’s finally somewhat pleasant out, but I was worried her little legs would get cold. She really dislikes tights, so I opted for some leg warmers. She may or may not have been a little mismatched. It’s hard to say, really.
So what’s a mom to do? Well, I guess I’ll suck it up and wear my bikini until I can find a halfway decent, not break-the-bank-expensive suit. I don’t mind spending money where money is well earned, but a terrible fitting, uncomfortable suit is not my idea of money well spent.
What’s the moral of the story here? Don’t go bathing suit shopping. And don’t put your daughter in striped leg warmers. (And also, bring the stroller.)
xo
Tell me… what’s your go-to brand or style of swimwear? Favorite color to sport on the beach or at the pool?
