talk about a conversation starter...
I called beth this afternoon, knowing full well the pep-talk I'd get in response... but I needed it:
"I'm having a bikini top crisis!" I matter-o-factly proclaimed.
*Beth's tell-tale giggle response*
You see, I tried one on... only He knows what ever possessed me too, as it will not likely ever fully see the bright light of day! Anywho, tried it on... and it simply looked fabulous, smashing if I do say so myself... (and if you ignore the mass of cottage cheese chunks at the belly below!) but I left it there.
So the sale runs this weekend only... and I couldn't get the dern image/'feeling of euphoria it gave me while on' outta my head. So she gave me the aforementioned/expected go-get-'em/it... and I flew out the door on a mission.
Funny thing is I called, über described it, down to the hand written tag, where I'd tried it on, etc. to the working folks there, on the phone... yet they couldn't find it, assuming it'd been snatched by some other random lady in my top size (yeah right!?) since my visit... un-convinced, I went anyway, and found it on the wrong rack, next to every single other suit I'd tried on!
w00t!
makes me feel all womanly... which is a good thing!
