Swimsuit Miracle

At least that's what I'm calling what happened yesterday evening at Target. For the first time in my adult life (the little kiddie suits my mom bought don't count, although they were much cuter) I purchased a swimsuit after trying it on. Let me reiterate, the ONLY swimsuit I tried on. One shot. One purchase.

It's a miracle. Usually I try on hundreds of swimsuits over a two month period only to run out of summer days in which to wear the stupid thing.

I know what some of you are thinking. A swimsuit? This woman hates flip flops and shorts. I know. That's what makes it an even bigger miracle. I loathe swimsuits. If you think baring my feet and legs is tough, exposing upper thighs, my back and (at one time) belly just about put me over the edge. I cringe every time I receive an invite to a pool party.

I don't even believe that if I had the body of Giselle or Halle Berry it would make a bit of difference. Okay, well maybe a little difference. But it's really about the exposure of it all. All that skin.

So, I avoid swimsuit purchases as long as possible. Unfortunately, we have two pool parties this Saturday (shudder). I need a new swimsuit. While at Target yesterday I noticed they were all on clearance. No way I'll find one in that picked-over mess of bikinis and tankinis. But I did. An olive green tankini with burgundy/turquoise stitching around the halter.

Probably not my size...what? My size. No way it'll fit. Head to the disastrous dressing room. It fit. And on sale. About 60% less than what I paid for the last horrendous swimsuit I bought in desperation some three years ago (we were leaving on vacation in less than two days).

I seriously thought about buying a lottery ticket on my way home.

Now the bigger miracle. Actually wearing it to the pool parties on Saturday. Did I hear it might rain? Darn (smile).