I'm going off topic with this post. Since most of my readers are moms...I think you'll be able to relate to the following story.
We have to put our house on the market now. That alone is heartbreaking for me. I've been cleaning out closets and cabinets to prepare the house for showings. To add salt to my wound, I have had to face the truth about the contents of my closet.
As I sort through the extensive wardrobe, my rule is: If it doesn't fit right now, sell it! I am filling box after box of clothes in a vast array of sizes to sell at what will likely be the yard sale of the century. I'm okay with letting go of 'stuff'. I find it therapeutic. At least that's how I felt until it came time to sort through my swimsuit collection.
I must say, it was an impressive collection that told the tale of a 20-something, then a 30-something, then a mom...then, apparently a mom that gave up somewhere along the way.
My beachwear evolved from bikini, to tankini, to skirtini. Now I'm shopping for a burkatini.