Remember those days when “sun bathing” was a summer activity? We used baby oil as suntan lotion. Sometimes we used cocoa butter, and ended up smelling like we’d just left Hersheys, Pennsylvania. We’d lay on our towels on the beach every Saturday and Sunday, occasionally going into the water. Remember our “healthy” glow, the supple skin, the bikinis, the sundresses. Yeah. Me, neither.
I never appreciated my tight, youthful skin. Nowadays, the skin is lose. A few folds, even, if truth be told. A little cellulite, or maybe a lot, some curves where curves aren’t meant to be. And then there is the pooch in the belly area, even at a near lifetime low-weight. The spider veins are prominent. It’s not some thing I ever expected to happen to me. Yet, here I am, and glad to be so.
I bring up all this, because I was thinking about bathing suits. The Australians call them “cossies,” for bathing costume, and I think the term today is “swim suit.” Because… swimming. In my life, I’ve had two bathing suits that I loved. One was my little girl suit. It was what today we would have called “color block” with part black with small roses, and part white with small roses. I suntanned through the roses, and had polka-dots on my bare skin. The other was my teen suit which was blue and white striped. I ended up with stripes suntanned onto my bare skin.
A year ago, I had to go suit shopping. Not a fun activity. Frankly, one of the turn of the last century middy/sailor/full body cossies would have been best. They, unfortunately, are no long available at Costco or Target, where I was shopping, because it was the end of the season. SO, I bought these two suits.
I ended up not participating in the swimming event for which I bought the suits. I’ve never worn either. I doubt I ever will, but…you never know. I may wear them when I go to Australia the next time, and swim in the sea pool. No one knows me there. Or to water aerobics.