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. 🙂