Skirted Swimsuits: The Gateway Drug To Mumus, Caftans, And Elastic Waist Pants

March 28, 2009 By 14 Comments

I was determined to look good in a bathing suit this year. The past two years I’ve bought very utilitarian bathing suits on sale at TJ Maxx which is really scraping the bottom of the barrel but they were decent enough to wear chasing Miss A down at the pool and not totally horrific. I can’t justify forking over nearly $80 for a bathing suit like I did back in my 20s when, ironically, I wore bikinis and was paying more for less material.

I’ve been taking my hip hop class for weeks, getting down on all fours doing an exercise my instructor calls “butts” (glorified donkey kicks), and making a complete fool out of myself so I decided I deserved to buy a new bathing suit just in time for spring break.

Ultimately I ended up buying this tankini top from Victoria’s Secret which I found from a seller on ebay who sells overstocks from Victoria’s Secret. (Bargain woot!) Don’t worry, I wore bottoms with it since I already had a solid black pair. Although my new tankini top definitely does the boobs good, mine look nothing like this after breastfeeding two babies:

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There’s not an exercise out there that will restore the pristine 20-something nature of my boobs like this model’s.

I have to admit I bought a black skirted bathing suit bottom last year, but give me a break it’s the uber minimalist bathing suit skirt. It’s just enough to cover my upper thighs, barely, but then again it’s a slippery slope once you enter the kingdom of skirted bathing suits and the temptation to spiral downward into the mom jeans pool of swim wear.

I was very pleased with my tankini top, and dang if I can’t find ONE SINGLE DECENT PICTURE to share of me wearing it from vacation (cough) but I noticed on our trip that it has a tendency to ride up after several hours and in one picture when we were out boating I realized that my boobs are now so flimsy that if I’m not careful my halter top tankini will hoist my boobs all the way up to my neck.

I might not be taut, but I’m flexible!

Filed Under: Blonde Moments 14 Comments

You Go Girl!

October 15, 2008 By 2 Comments

I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday about some hip and lower back pain (don’t ask…it’s basically caused by Isitonmybuttwaytoomuchitis coupled with Ipickupacertain3yearoldwaytoodamnmuchitis) and as I sat in the starkly decorated examining room I glanced around for reading material that wasn’t a freebie handout from a pharmaceutical company. I saw a fairly new copy of Redbook magazine and as I flipped through the pages I landed on an article about blogging, so naturally I had to read it.

I stopped when I saw a familiar smiling face. My margarita buddy Nicole, who is now living in Charleston and who is founder of The Soccer Mom Vote blog, a fabulously informative collaborative political issues blog written by moms from across the country, was featured in the August issue of Redbook as one of six inspirational female bloggers Check out Nicole’s page from the article here and while you are there, read about the other inpsiring women bloggers featured in the magazine. I tried to find a mention of this little media spotlight on The Soccer Mom Vote, but Nicole is not one to over toot her own horn. So I’ll toot it for her, dammit. She did do some personal horn tooting on her blog, Sitting Still, back when the piece published but I had not seen it in print. There’s just something about the printed word that seems much more “real” than online publishing. And that Blogland is the truth to this print journalism major who remembers typing Basic Reporting assignments on a typewriter in 1991.

p.s. Speaking of blog friends and amazing women, I’m very excited about attending Blissdom this Saturday, the first ever conference organized by the blog divas behind Blissfully Domestic.

Filed Under: Bloggy Things, Friends 2 Comments

Insomni-uh

September 25, 2008 By 8 Comments

2:37 a.m.

Wake up. Nose is runny. Throat is dry. Get up to blow my nose and contemplate popping a Benadryl, but decide that’s a bad idea considering I probably wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning for work. Fix myself a glass of water in the kitchen and walk by the bathroom where the toilet calls to me. Go pee. Wash hands quietly. Think about the dirty dishes in the kitchen. Decide I’d better ignore them.

2:43 a.m.

Crawl back in bed with the hubby who was smart enough to take Benadryl before bed and is sleeping like a baby. He is seriously sawing timber and doing that “poof poof” man breathing thing. I nudge him and loud whisper, “Baby please roll over…” He rolls over and I try to relax. He’s still doing the man breathing thing and Jack, who is asleep on his dog bed on the floor, starts to groom himself. I can’t handle much more of that because I am now irritated that I am wide awake and everyone else in the house is asleep so I grab my pillow and go get in bed with Miss C.

Sometime after 3 a.m.

Walk in Miss C’s bedroom only to find that for the first time since she moved into her full-size bed five years ago that she is sleeping horizontal in the exact middle of the bed. I manage to curl up in the bed and she plants her hot little feet on the back of my calves.

Sometime later, who knows what the heck time it is now?

I’m about to doze off and Bailey’s nails come clickety clacking down the hall and she noses the door open. I pray fervently that she doesn’t start barking and I stick my hand out to her from under the quilt. She sniffs my hand and then runs back out. I guess she picked up on my “Dog, I will kill you if you make me get up” vibe.

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