i'm going on a cruise in less than 6 weeks. i've never been on a cruise before, but what they tell me is we're going to glide along the mexican riviera, basking in the UVs for 7 days and 7 nights. the problem just comes in at the part where i'm in my bathing suit probably all day (again, what "they" tell me), for the duration of that time. oh the exposure of it all. gasp. wheeze. cough. choke. when we bought the tickets it was in a moment of, "shall we do it???? we have 2.4 seconds to decide!!!!! ok!!! yeah!!!!" and i think deep down i imagined may 17th would never come. it was just a moment when i could be spontaneous or safe, and i chose spontaneity (pat pat on the back) but then didn't have to do anything but pay some money. the rest lay in a horizon too distant to contemplate.
if you read my blog you probably correctly assume it's so entitled because of a great affinity for turtlenecks that would be mine. i have strong opinions about my garb, and the consistency lies in the covering up of my mortal casing. i think it just looks better. it feels better. i love tights, coats, sweaters, pants, closed toed shoes, etc. i love going to the beach, the pool, the JACUZI (oh how i love the jacuzi!) but after an hour or so I can't wait to be swaddled in some heavy duty clothing. exposure = bad.
don't think me ungrateful or unenthusiastic. TRUST me, i am thrilled about the cruise group, the passport stamp, the free room service, the time off work, the snuggle time, etc., i just keep coming back to the scantily cladiness of it all. i have looked on line for bathing suits probably twice a day for the last month, stopped into any store i'm able. bathing suit shopping has got to be the most demoralizing activity known to femme fatale humanity, and on so many miserable levels. and after all this, i've only found 1 that seems to be suitable. i bought another but returned it because i felt sure it would change everything i stand for as a human being ;). so i can't spend any more time looking for a bathing suit, because i finally realized i'm not even earnestly seeking. i just want cruise attire to suddenly be my wide leg jeans and black and grey striped turtleneck. holding out for a miracle? i decided instead i'm going to stock up on some of these beauties:
a cuter compromise i've never seen.