Bathing Suit Season. Anticipated throughout the winter months by the firm, young bodies blessed with youth. Dreaded by those of us for whom time has not been so kind. Long gone are the days when I was proud to walk the busy beaches of Daytona in a couple pieces of fabric and some string. Back then, we girls sought out the most sophisticated suits we could get away with. We considered the few who were allowed to shop sans chaperone lucky, as they had no one to veto a risque choice.
It’s long been said that women like to talk. It has also been said (sometimes not nicely) that we don’t know when to be quiet. Take a look at this gal, and tell me what you think. Read the rest of this entry
