My favorite part of any trip is planning what I’m going to wear. I joined the Christmas club through my employer’s credit union, and guess what? It’s Christmas in July! (Thank goodness they got rid of that silly rule where I can’t withdraw funds until December.)
I know shopping isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I really, really like new clothes. And jewelry. And new handbags. Oh, and I needed a case for my laptop. Actually, my hubby talked me into that purchase. I said, “I’m not planning to take my laptop.” (I thought I should take a complete break from writing since it is our vacation.) Hubby: Yeah, right. You fib. So I took that to mean he was okay with me bringing it along.
I’m one of those people who make lists of what I’m going to wear each day of a trip along with the accessories. Some days I need more than one outfit. For example, the night of the GH and Rita Awards Ceremony calls for dressier attire. But there’s one day where hubby and I will have down time to spend together. Neither of us is big into tourist attractions, and we don’t want to do anything Disney without the kids, so we’ve talked about hanging out by the pool.
Now, as much as I love shopping for new dresses, skirts and blouses, I hate shopping for a new bathing suit. Have you ever seen those magazine articles that promise there’s a swimsuit to flatter every body type? What a crock! Let me tell you, unless it has the ability to enchant everyone around me so that when they gaze upon me they see Kim Kardashian, it isn’t going to cut it. And I’m not a big woman. I’m average, but I still can’t find a swimsuit I consider flattering.
First of all, swimsuits never have any support in the bust. Those padded tops are a joke. If I cared to flash everyone, I'd be vacationing in New Orleans during Mardi Gras or Key West during spring break. Not a family fun park. And the material is so clingy it shows every bump. Add in bad lighting and 360 degree views and it’s enough to make anyone run for the hills. Do I really need to see my backside in all of its glory? I think not.
My hubby suggested I get a bikini. Bless his heart, he is the sweetest, most misguided man on the planet. I’ve had two gigantic babies. The bikini days have long passed. But, I’m not happy with a one piece either. They all look cute on the hanger. And don’t you love those promises of a stomach-flattening miracle panel sewn right inside? Yeah, I tried one of those. I looked like a python that had swallowed a pigmy.
In the end, I found the perfect place to buy a suit. There was only one mirror, the lighting was dim and with a little squinting, I looked fantastic. So, do me a favor, okay? If you see me at the pool, please keep me in the dark. Ignorance is bliss after all.
What do you most hate shopping for?