Summer has certainly arrived. That last line was typed on my phone at bedtime after enjoying a nice warm & sunny weekend. When I returned to the draft it was bloody raining! But it’s a blip, just a blip and so I will not let rain stop play and will carry on with my summery blog post regardless!
I have noticed that as soon as I’m getting my head around this ‘hairless fake tanned flesh and painted toenails’ summer malarkey, the shops are telling me what's hot for Autumn! Hang on a cotton pickin’ minute here (or should I say leaf it out?!), the majority of us (parents of school age kids) haven't even been on bloomin’ holiday yet!
Anyhow, the reason for my post is to give you a little heads up on swimwear. Some of you may want to make sure you choose a style that flatters your figure and some of you will be more focussed on choosing something conducive to the holiday activities. And somewhere in between, there might even be a compromise. But be careful.
I've had a few embarrassing accidents in my swimwear in the past. That sounded wrong and too much like a scene from the 'Sex and the City' film. Let me explain.
Many years ago, I used to go on a yearly trip to Centre Parcs with my then other half, his group of friends and their wives and girlfriends (either / or, not both – we weren’t that sort of group!). It was great fun, with the highlight being the rapids race. It was a crazy, irresponsible, and inconsiderate to others, mad, frenzied, splash dash race, to claim nothing other than the glory of winning. But, one year, we invented ‘let’s see who can go down the blue slide, legs curled up to chest, ‘bomb’ stylee, hit the water and make the biggest splash over our friends standing on the bridge above us’ game. Being a competitive type, I gave it my all. And I revealed my all! The force of me hitting the water wrenched my bikini bottoms from underneath me and in my curled up ‘bomb’ position, I revealed my undercarriage to all and sundry. I was obviously utterly mortified. But on a positive note, I think you can safely (metaphorically) say that it was me who made the biggest splash that year.
And in a different year, with different friends, on a different continent, I inadvertently revealed myself again! A handful of us were playing around on the beach and we were literally being thrown up and down the beach by the crashing waves. We’d get washed under and then emerge laughing and bedraggled and wait for the next wave to take us under the surf. Whilst waiting for one wave, I was casually chatting to my friend’s husband (RIP lovely man) who, with little eye contact and as few words as possible, told me I might want to put my right boob back into my bikini top. Again, mortified!
This year, Mr.B and I are taking the kids to a villa in Majorca and so I reckon I should be safe lounging around the pool in these bikinis. Hopefully without the emergency 'wet weather contingency' poncho!
If on a budget, take a look in Asda as they have a whole wall of swimwear in fun designs and shapes.
For those looking for stylish mastectomy swimwear, look no further than Figleaves - pretty and not the least bit frumpy!
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