Today’s post will tackle the horror of swimsuit shopping for girls. Minus the Ys, of course.
No Why on earth do they make those itty bitty string bikinis for little girls? Or Why don’t they sell these pieces separately? Not everyone has a top and bottom that are the same size! Or Why can’t Bear just wear a t-shirt and shorts to the lake so we can skip this torture altogether?
Nope, won’t be asking any of those questions today. Or using the word today for that matter.
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This is an annual rite of passage: the onerous hunt for Bear’s swimsuits.
It’s a precarious situation. Show too much enthusiasm for a suit and Bear will pass it up without a second glance. Exhibit horror and she’ll insist on checking it out.
It takes a delicate approach – using just a hint of suggestion – to get the right suits into the dressing room. Because that’s more than half the battle right there. With six suits I can live with, Bear’s got lots of room to choose. Throw in one minuscule string bikini that she falls in love with and then we’ve got a problem.
Pourquoi? (Sure, French meets the guidelines for Missing Letter posts.) Because I’m looking a lot farther down the road than the cash register. I’m looking at two weeks into the season when Bear feels fat and makes the mistake of putting on that string bikini, thus ruining it for the entire summer. Because as we ladies know, once we put on a swimsuit while in a foul mood the image is burned into our brains. Three weeks later that bikini might look just fine, but all Bear will see is the time she felt fat in it. And the bikini will never see pool time again.
Nope. Taking the right suits into the dressing room is crucial. After that, it’s all about gentle guidance toward a comfortable fit and what will work best with Bear’s activities.
We did well this spring, all in all. I’m throwing out a big old muchas gracias for full cut bottoms this season. With luck, those will be in next summer, too.