Cardigan Empire

The inaugural swim of summer.  Smelling of delicate sweat and thickly applied sunblock.  Refreshing the toe meat cooked on the sun fried concrete.  Sounding of intermittently muffled splashes and echoed squealing. Tasting like a frozen grape confection.  But how will you be seen? 

 Shining like a French circus: I adore the brightly colored print of my Lime Ricki selection.  The appropriately stretchy fabric smooths out my smaller lumps and bumps without losing the more flattering direction of my curves. 

 

 And the bottoms stay below my bottom.  The modest legline doesn’t lengthen my shortish lower appendages, but it also isn’t continuously wedging its way between their buoyant meeting point.   I’ll compromise half an inch of legline for several inches of booty coverage any pool day.

I do however wish I had ordered the Beverly Tankini.  It’s haltered underwire and ruched center would have made a better nest for my abundant Lady Eggs and slightly squishy center.  The fine print on the Odessa clearly states I have outgrown its accommodations, but I am too used to order for my natural lower figure rather than my current milk induced upper figure.  And these pictures clearly show I have overfilled the cup’s contents.  It will however be perfect for next summer when I retire my nursing responsibilities.

For the time being, I feel quite cheeky.  I even noticed a few younger men checking me out.

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