Categories: Home Front, pool running, Swimsuits
The other day as I was getting ready to head to the YMCA for my long pool run, the Caveman said “I need to go with you the next time you go bathing suit shopping. That is a grandma suit.”
What? Me? In a grandma suit??
When I purchased it, oh back in early June, the store had a whole Brazilian thing going on with salsa music, bright colors, lively patterns and lights. The Girl from Ipanema pulsated through the fitting rooms. I considered this suit to be fun and flirty, yet comfy and safe (you know, nothing would ride up or down or fall out). Plus I could eat my weight in pool snacks and the ruffles would never tell. I wore this suit to the pool all summer. The Caveman has seen this suit a billion times before and never uttered a word about it. Until today??
And he’s describing it as something fit for the geriatric set??
Then he goes, most likely to live another day: “You’ve got way too much going for you to be wearing that.”
Fast forward to the pool. I couldn’t help checking out the geriatric set that was just finishing up a lively session of water aerobics as they emerged from the depths:
Black tank x 6…..Black tank with skirt…..skirted black tank with mint racing stripe…royal blue tank.
Uh huh, just as I suspected: Not a single hibiscus in sight. Not one flirty ruffle. Not even a print of any kind.
I went home triumphant and shriveled from way too long in the deep end and told the Caveman of my findings.
He goes: “Well those were their WORKOUT suits.”
Does your significant other withhold criticism until it’s way too late? Do I need to go on What Not to Wear: Swimsuit Edition?