I have no delusions about what I look like in a bikini (obviously, since I’m not the one modeling the dang suit, am I?), and yes. I bought the sarong. Shut up.
I’ve had children, I’ve had a reduction, and from the belly button up, I’m not too bothered by what anyone else thinks. I’m a belly girl, what can I say. Belly buttons, feet, and baby butts are the cutest things God gave us, in my personal opinion, but that’s another topic for another day.
So. I wanted a different pattern, but that was on backorder. So I chose the brown gypsy floral. My girlfriend thought “iew”, my hubby thought the black pattern was cuter (and that I should have waited, pfft – patience is NOT a virtue of mine!), and now I leave it to you. I’ve already bought it, mind you, and you’ll never even see me in it. I swear. Unless, accidentally, my hubby manages to pry my camera from my cold dead hands and photograph me in it, and then blog it. But then I’ll be dead, so what do I care? Now I’m rambling.
I picked the pattern – and this is very important information – because it reminds me of the artwork of a friend of mine, Lolo (aka Lori Rase Hall) – she’s the one who drew our matching tattoos for us. That’s why I really wanted the black, because it’s much more like something she would draw. So go see her awesome drawings before you tell me I’m a freak and I’m gonna look like a big blob of paisley doodle.
What kind of swimsuit do you have waiting for summer? Are you a one-piecer, two? Are you a tankini girl? Or do you wear a sweater and long pants (read: are you from Wisconsin)? Prints or solid? Do your ears hang lo, do they wobble to-and-fro? Do you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Have I asked too many questions? I’m oh-so-curious!
This is the dress.
This is the sunburn.
I AM: On my first cup of jet black coffee this morning, and still trying to shake off the sleepies and remember the dream I had lastnight.
