I think I'm getting old.
It was Blues Fest this weekend, so we took a walk down the beach to join the rest of the swimsuit clad crowd for some "good" tunes and amusing sights.
Either my music sense needs to be calibrated, or what was playing really was a mediocre non-blues-y kind of band trying to catch a break. Best of luck to them, but no thanks for me.
Though we didn't enjoy the sounds, we still enjoyed the sights, and made our way back to the beach where 2 of the baby dills not only dipped toes, but were swallowed by the cool temps this ocean had to offer.
Another no thanks from me. See? I am getting old. I'm waiting for bath temp waters.
But you know my mind, as we watched the frolicking that is the best kind to these girls=water + sand + free time, I began to construct swimsuits.
All but Clover's showed signs of too much sagging in the back, necklines too low, and a whole lot of stretched-one-too-many-times.
I'm thinking of a whole bevy of coordinated beauties.
We'll see if o1 I get it together enough to accomplish it and
o2 all the participants are willing.
Which they usually are.
Hello, Summer. We're almost ready for you.