what woman doesn't dread bathing suit shopping? even the sleekest of us knows that the right suit can be elusive. i haven't worn a one-piece since i was about 4 years old, i think, but there is no way i am flaunting my post-baby-extra-30 in a bikini, no siree. but! i live in southern california - so finding a bathing suit that i can brave the world in is a must. I was browsing the suits on the anthropologie website, ridiculously hoping against hope to find the magical combination of full coverage + vintage chic + major boob support for the monsters i am currently saddled with when i noticed this suit... which had TWENTY-TWO five star reviews. wait, what? few items on their site have that many reviews to begin with, much less a swim suit... and all positive? so i began reading. tales of miracles and magic abounded. i couldn't believe it, so despite the $148 price tag, i placed an order, winging the size because i simply have no idea anymore... well, it finally arrived this week (it was backordered for a month) and, after leaving it in the box to taunt me for a few days, i finally mustered up the courage to try it on. SWEET BABY JESUS, it has all the magic and miracles that the good reviewers professed! Here is a suit that can make my stretch-marked, post-baby, non-klum body look normal. nay, decent! i actually feel more confident in this suit than i did in any of the suits i have had over the last 10 years or so (most of which are from jcrew, which i do appreciate for their selection of d-cup styles), and at a much higher weight than i ever have been, believe it or not. this is all hard to imagine, i know, but now i can look forward to a summer filled with trips to malibu wherin i actually expose my pale body on the sand before stopping on the way home at the new cafe habana for some delicious grilled corn... or perhaps i will be taking a dip with cooper in marion davies' glamorous beachside pool- my new suit makes me look like an old-timey beach siren, lounging at coney island (oh, but the coney island of the time before people started wearing their underwear on the beach - a creepy observation i made about east coast beaches when i lived in new york. blech.) what a relief!
and in case you're interested, coop already has his beach apparel picked out... something more appropriate than what he wore the first time, though he didn't seem to mind: