Monthly Archives: March 2014

Really…Seriously…Am I for real? That time of the year…Bathing Suits!


This is not exactly where I wanted to end…that color is definitely not good for my skin tone, but the model is in the neighborhood of what I don’t want, but probably will have to settle for.

Had a few pictures of bikinis, but when I went into the Fitting Room, the mirror threatened to jump over the door, because it couldn’t deal with the image that was reflecting back to me.  Too embarrassing that even the mirror couldn’t take it.  I just wanted to try a few to see what was left over of my glorious days.  I remember then…skin smooth, gorgeous glow, no rolly pollies anywhere and just looking ravishingly stunning.  Those were the days…now these days are…what are they?  I don’t have the foggiest idea what has happened to my ever good-looking body.  Now it is just a mass of flesh waiting to be tucked into some jeggings to hurt all over and almost getting killed in the process of taking them out.

My female friends…am I alone in this or is it just me?  Oh, let me address the issue of light and mirrors on some of those Fitting Rooms.  I have never visited a morgue, but I have a pretty good idea what it must be to be in one of those rooms.  I look as if I am 101 years old and let’s not touch the issue of how my hair looks.  I am not going to continue this torture,  because life is kind of ok right now, so getting depressed is not an option.

I spent four…4…hours at the mall today.  Between the mirrors, the lights…I must interrupt to say that H&M and Forever 21 do have the best lights.  Maybe LED?  But, and this is a big BUT…the clothes there are for the younger looking chicks, even though I do have a few pieces from those stores.  Today was not a good day, even there.

Bought a cute skirt at Banana Republic from $89.00 to $21.45 (tax included).  That’s another issue.  Profit margin, anyone?

Well, no bikinis for this whatever you want to call it body.  Need to find a body suit to cover everything except eyes and feet.  But, then I may scare the kids out of their own little suits.  Life is just too strenuous and stressful when it comes to finding coverage to go into the water.  Maybe I’ll just wear shorts and a t-shirt.  But then the filthy older little men will want to be all over me because of a wet t-shirt.  Cannot win.

When I thought the waters were safe again…

Your Happy Contessa

“I am not the sort of woman who would wear high heels with a bathing suit.  Let’s get that straight right now.”  Vera Wang, American fashion designer.  27 June, 1949 – .

P.S.  Now, that’s an idea…high heels with a bathing suit…need to work on that vision.  🙂

Why do I walk…Fringe benefits of walking…


There you have me in the raw…lines, marks, etc., etc.  But so what…this is the real me.

This morning while taking my daily walk, a lady stopped her car and asked me if by walking her middle section would get smaller.  I briefly looked at her and saw the middle section, and then…after a millennial second, I said “No.”  Then she asked why do I walk?  I told her that I walk for my heart, for my circulation, to get fresh, just polluted air and all the goodies that come with our environment.  It is what it is.

I think I am better off walking than not because I feel better after I get home, I meet people that have nicknamed me “the walker,” I find out the latest gossip that’s going around and the most important part, I get off my derriere.  It is almost non-existent.

Another benefit is that I get vitamin D from the sun, get my skin a bit darker, which I love.  Yes, I know…the side effect could be not so good.  But I like living dangerously.  That’s as exciting my life gets.  Kidding.  I have a lot of things going on, that I would classify as exciting.  Cannot tell.  I don’t even know myself sometimes what’s going on in my so ever wonderful, magnificent and magical life.  Yep, that’s exactly what it is.

Well…now that you have seen me in the raw, get to know why I walk, you can go on with your own exciting life.

Ta ta

Your Happy Contessa

“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.”  Thomas Jefferson, American Founding Father, principal author of the U.S. Declaration of Independence, Third President of the United States.  13 April, 1743 – 4 July 1826.