So I'm on the hunt again for a swimsuit for the second time this year. The first time being when I said I was going to start taking George swimming regularly. That didn't happen so the swimsuit didn't happen. However, we've just sorted out a holiday abroad, first time since having George and now I desperately need swimwear as I can honestly say, hand on heart, "I have nothing to wear". So I finally went to order the Toast one and of course it was sold out in my size which served me right for not getting on with it. And so I have been hauling and squeezing myself into tiny bits of material looking for a new flattering swimsuit. It's a minefield out there. I feel the need to go slightly brighter and be a bit braver in my choices than I would normally as I will be abroad and I don't want to be a boring mama. However this is easier said than done. Buying a swimsuit for me is quite complex even though I have only 2 main criteria :
1. Ample bottom coverage - I don't like ones which are cut high and reveal far too much of it. Toned is not a word my bottom is familiar with. You don't get a bottom like mine by going to the gym.
2. Armpit muffin coverage - I don't know what the correct term is but I don't like the bits which sometimes get squished out at the top. It's the spare bits between boob and armpit. You know what I'm talking about.
I've tried on everything and even pushed myself out of my comfort zone... because you hear it all the time ... you don't know till you try and oh boy did I try! From the ones with the bits cut out at the sides ... I think they're called monokinis (so bad I was nearly in tears) to the "firm support" miracle suits - the ones with fantastic tummy sucking in abilities (so firm, I nearly fainted). They are named miracle swimsuits because it's a miracle if you can wrestle yourself into one. The even bigger miracle is if you can wrestle your way out of one. Houdini had it easier believe me. I can only describe it as putting on an item of clothing 4 sizes smaller than your usual size. I pity the poor soul who has one of these on when the call of nature comes a calling. Also, you can't breathe in them. Or maybe I'm just used to letting it all hang out metaphorically speaking. But I did find a swimsuit eventually in Monsoon. I also had George in tow - I know, the mind boggles as to why I would go swimwear shopping with George (desperate springs to mind), George who thinks its fun to whisk the changing room curtains open when you don't have much on and shout "Peekaboo!".
Olivia Swimsuit - Sold Out Online
Fuschia & Orange Stitch Detailing
And not content with having found a swimsuit, I continued looking because you never know if there is going to be something better out there so I also tried on a bikini from Whistles. It wasn't bad and I did some star jumps to see if anything would fall out - amazing - nothing did. Everyone tells me it's going to be 30 degrees plus in Greece and I need a bikini - I'm just trying to get over the wobbly tummy mindset and just look at mine as being one more in a sea of many wobbly tummys. I had another snoop at the Toast website again and my swimsuit came back in stock. I was faster than Flash Gordon at ordering it but alas when it arrived, it was not to be. It fitted and it covered all the bits it needed but you know what ... I felt a bit frumpy. So that's going back too. And after all that wishful thinking and cooing over a bit of red spotty material as well!
And finally we get to the bikini. Yes - I bit the bullet and bought a bikini. I perused innumerable sites to find one which I thought would do the job and eventually whilst buying some pj's for the boys in Matalan (yes - Matalan) I found a little bikini set. Voila.
It's not black!!
So that's swimwear done then. Oh yes and I have a 10 year old M&S sarong to add.
An oldie but a goodie.
Now I've just got to stop eating the boys leftovers or I will get locked up for scaring the locals in that bikini!