Bathing suit: Never again. When my cousin Betty was 86, she said “nobody ever gets to see these legs again.” I thought that was pretty drastic, now I agree completely.
Beach cover-ups: Not necessary, see above.
Bras: On my 80th birthday I made three resolutions: no more bras, I’ll never wear a skirt again, and I forget what the third was. Full disclosure: about once a month, I’m sorry to say, there is an outfit that calls for a bra. Getting it on involves analytic geometry and considerable shoulder pain.
Cosmetics: Never again. Beyond a bit of lipstick to cover some unpleasant spots that have somehow popped up on the lower lip, any further attempt would be comical.
|Took this in Bonaire, 1981|
We’re not three inches down the Packing List, haven’t even reached the Ds, where we can cross off Diving Equipment (see above) and Dresses (also see above). The no-more-dresses resolution I’ve never broken, not even for Abigail's fancy wedding, where to my relief one of the other grandmothers turned up in a pants suit too.
But as I’m opposed to long posts—and too much “me”—let’s leave the rest of the list for another day.