New Bathing Suits and Other Horrors

If you've read my blog at all, you KNOW how much I LOVE clothes shopping. Yeah. Like, I'd rather have my finger or toe nails pulled out one-by-one. Or go to a lecture on medieval personal hygiene (wait, that could be interesting). Or...well, you get the picture. I hate the prices, I hate the styles, I hate having to try clothes on.

This summer Hal and I will have been married for 10 years. Yup, 10 big ones. And while we loved camping last year, we decided that for #10 we should do it up bigger than normal. So we are going on a cruise this year. Yes, I know, that ship just went aground and a number of people lost their lives. We'll have a different captain (dear God, we'll have a different captain, right?)

I decided, for a cruise, I should probably have a bathing suit. Not one from Goodwill, like I bought last year (and put shorts on over it). But a real, new bathing suit. From a "buy new stuff here" store.

Understand, I don't swim much. I was in my Goodwill suit twice last year. Which is more than I've been in a pool in...a while. I was in my 30's when I learned how to swim. At the Y. With a very patient instructor. I was not the only newbie in the class, so I didn't feel too bad. I was told that I was odd in that I swim underwater, not on the surface. I guess that's odd. I don't know.

So...for the last month or so, I've been looking for a suit. Something befitting someone of my age and...um...size. And budget. I think I'd have better luck finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, a buried treasure, or the cure for the common cold.

I have found several that I like...my colors, my style...oops, out of my size. My color, my style...bottom in my size, no appropriate top (or vice versa). My color, my size...and showing more flesh than my doctor normally sees. My color, my size, my style...and costing more than my first car did.

So. Yeah. Probably not going to buy a bathing suit for the cruise. Will wear some nice flowing skirt or maybe a pair of shorts (if I don't go insane trying to find a pair that's...appropriate).