I've been vaguely shopping for swimsuits for the past couple years, never quite finding something that fits the cute AND flattering criteria so important to fashion savvy chubby funsters... until now. With the amount of time we spend at big ass hotels in Tahoe and Reno, it is a shame not to take a plunge in their ridiculously luxurious pools.
And then [queue the dreamy music] I saw this. An empire waisted swimdress, square neckline, polkadot bodice with buckle detail, and an a-line skirt that skims past the waist, coming to rest finally mid-thigh. That's right. It is proper mini-dress length. ZOMG! It has super boob support, with armholes cut high-enough under the arms to hold all your squishy bits in. Dreamy!!! I kid you not, I was ready to put on some combat boots and hit the discos in this thing.
Lane Bryant. YAY.
Sad bit is, I realized that this is the first bathing suit I've had since, um... puberty. D'oh! That is more a reflection on the state of swimsuit designs for the past *cough* thirty years than it is of my modesty. Nyah.
