…I’ve done something crazy. Maybe it was the throw-caution-to-the-wind-dance-like-no-one’s-watching-because no-one-cares tone of yesterday’s post. Maybe it’s the fact that I have a house full of very flattering mirrors. Maybe it’s because I’ve finally gone over the edge, but whatever the reason, I went and bought…
…my very first…
Chances are that none of you will ever see me in this. I’m going on a long weekend trip with Jonathan, and I figured I can be a little daring several states away, where the only people who might see me will be too drunk poolside to take any notice. I figure in a few years it will be too late to try something like this. One doesn’t convert from sensible one-pieces to bikinis at the age of 40.
I’m giving myself an out, though. I haven’t removed the tags. I can always let common sense rule the day and not subject those at the hotel pool to the blindingly-white lumpiness that is my lower body. (Legs, I say that because I love you and I can tell you the truth.)
But if I do manage to leave the hotel room with this on, I will be having a little party in my head. I will avoid reflective surfaces and enjoy the feeling of fresh air on my sunscreen-slathered abdomen.
Wish me luck.