Wednesday, March 21, 2012

People shop for a bathing suit with more care than they do a husband or wife. The rules are the same. Look for something you'll feel comfortable wearing. Allow for room to grow. ~ Erma Bombeck

Artist Mary Stewart's Fruit Ladies

I got a massive giggle out of the article below.  The author is anonymous but I feel I could have written it because it sums up my feelings about looking for a new swim suit perfectly.

Buying Swimwear

I have just been through the annual pilgrimage of torture and humiliation known as buying a bathing costume.
When I was a child in the 1950s the bathing costume for a woman with a mature figure was designed for a woman with a mature figure: boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered.
They were built to hold back and uplift and they did a darn good job. Today's stretch fabrics are designed for the pre-pubescent girl with a figure chipped from marble. The mature woman has a choice. She can either front up at the maternity department and try on a floral costume with a skirt, coming away looking like a hippopotamus that escaped from Disney's Fantasia, or she can wander around every run of the mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluoro rubber bands.

What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice and entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room. The first thing I noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The Lycra used in bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets from a slingshot, which give the added bonus that if you manage to actually lever yourself into one, you are protected from shark attacks. The reason for this is that a shark taking a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash.

I fought my way into the bathing costume, but as I twanged the shoulder strap into place I gasped in horror! My bosom had disappeared. Eventually I found one bosom cowering under my left armpit. It took a while to find the other. At last I located it flattened beside my seventh rib.
The problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman is meant to wear her bosom spread across the chest like a speed bump. I realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view assessment. The bathing costume fitted all right, but unfortunately it only fitted those bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out rebelliously from top, bottom and sides. I looked like a lump of play dough wearing undersize cling wrap.
As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from, the pre-pubescent salesgirl popped her head through the curtains "Oh, there you are!" she said. I asked what else she had to show me.

I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking tape, and a floral two piece which gave the appearance of an oversize napkin in a serviette ring. I struggled into a pair of leopard skin bathers with a ragged frill and came out looking like Tarzan's Jane on a bad day. I tried a black number with a ruffled midriff and looked like a jellyfish in mourning. I tried on a bright pink pair with such a high cut leg I thought I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.
Finally I found a costume that fit. A two piece affair with shorts-style bottoms and a halter top. It was cheap, comfortable and bulge-friendly, so I bought it.
When I got home I read the label which said 'Material may become transparent in water," but I'm determined to wear it anyway. I just have to learn to breaststroke in the sand.

-- author unknown....honest!


  1. I love it and laughed out loud all the way through. Hubby is wondering what's funny....but I don't think he would get it! Love the images, too! Not sure what fruit I look like....EEEE!

  2. That is so funny because it's true! I'm rolling on the floor here while wiping the tears from my eyes.

  3. ROFL! I love the pictures too. Those are cute. In my mind's eye I can still rock a bikini, but the last 2 I actually bought have been 1 piece numbers. I am swimming into my old age kicking and fighting.

  4. On the floor laughing!!! I read this to my husband who is sitting at his computer next to mine and we are both rolling over...I had to pause a couple times to recover!!:)

  5. This reminds me of a recent conversation we had and when the author compares the look to an escaped hippo, I can SO relate! As you know, I am thrilled with my decision to go with mens board shorts, I LOVE them!!!!!! Now I'm on the hunt for a few nylon/lycra tank tops that don't suck me in and reveal every bump (fat pocket) on my body.

    At least I can safely do the "Sanibel SToop" without revealing my a$$ for all the world to see!



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