Greg's company sent us a package last week, outlining our upcoming trip to Bermuda. We reviewed the activities and I found it particularly helpful that they spelled out what we should wear for every occasion considering my often frumpy mom status.
(There was no mention of adidas track pants.)
Bermuda sounds like my kind of tropical island: giant turtles, pink sand, crystal caves (88 steps down, my brochure informs me).
And a modest shorts law, mandating knee length shorts which is funny because my upper thighs have been trying to pass similar legislation for years.
So I have been trying on sundresses - who keeps wrecking the zippers! stop that Cinderella's sisters! If it doesn't fit, you must proceed to the corner with a flask until you feel better! - and generally torturing myself with this business of shopping that I don't do well.
I only know I have but one shape
And I needed something dazzling for the Think Pink! awards night. Feast your eyes on the additional 40% off dress I landed yesterday:
It is nearly strapless and it fits like a glove, a glove that will be closely watching what she eats for the next few weeks.
And did I mention the fabulous tulle fringe on the border? Because I think I'm in love.
It's so fetching, I think I might add it to my current wardrobe.
It pairs nicely with jazz hands.
And who wouldn't love a sassy swimskirt?
(Although I think I should be drawing the attention away from my fore mentioned shy thighs and play up one of my good features, like my sense of humor.)