Originally posted June 2, 2014.
I know there will be no swimsuits in Heaven. None at all. Because Heaven is a place of joy, where there are no tears or sorrow. And, buying a swimsuit is all about mourning and great gnashing of teeth.
Today I was forced to go and shop for a swimsuit because we’re going swimming with the kids’ cousins in just a few days. Walking into a swimsuit department is like walking into a comedy club in some ways. I laugh a lot. I laugh at the the tiny squares of fabric. I laugh at the ridiculous prices. I laugh at the weird Hawaiian prints in strange colors. I even laugh about how the reason I wear clothes is so people WON’T know what I look like naked.
Yes, I laugh all the way to the dressing room, my arms loaded down with every single style in the store, just in case. And then I put 47 different swimsuits on and I laugh and laugh and laugh.
And just so you know, when I say “laugh,” I mean cry hysterically.
Who decided that swimsuits needed to be nothing more than glorified, over-priced underwear? What happened to this:
Those girls look good and they know it. And, they actually look dressed. I could totally go for a swimsuit like this, if only it were 1906. It would almost be worth the possible exposure to polio just to be able to wear a get-up like this to take my kids swimming.
Y’all. I’m serious about this stuff.
I did buy a suit today. It’s red. The color of the devil. Don’t EVEN get me started.
There are websites that sell modest swimwear! Here’s one for you:
I hear you! I last bought one in 2009. It still works but I want something new but it is so hard to shop for one. Plus I really don’t want to pay $100 for a new suit.
What no picture in your new RED DEVIL swimsuit?
Thank you for the smile and proof you are really human like the rest of us and not just the best Christian blogger in the whole wide world!