Hell is Shopping for a Swimming Suit
I’m the gal who doesn’t think about acquiring a new suit until it’s the middle of July. Imagine my surprise to find that everything is picked over, out of stock or just cleaned up and put away, save for a tiny rack of bikinis fit for third graders. No, the American Girl dolls that third graders lug around.
The scene at Macy’s yesterday was one of utter disgruntlement. I wasn’t the only one feeling it. There were several of us just weaving around the racks as if we were the lone survivors of the Swimming Suit Apocalypse, destined to browse through racks and racks of mismatched lycra. I’ve never seen such a hodge podge of shit! Could someone be hired to keep this all straight?
I’ve heard all the hype about pilates for years. I’ve never been enticed by the kind that requires working on those wicked -looking machines, although I’m sure it works wonders on the old bod. But a couple months ago I got a Stott Pilates DVD from their Matwork Series. It’s a beginner level program (level 2 on a 1-4 scale) and I thought, “Why not give it a whirl?”
I’m not going to name any names here but I must put this out there: Men, pay attention to what you wear on your feet! Especially in summer.