Firstly, hi! It’s been a while. I decided to take the summer off from blogging and to be really present with the three teens. I’ve never taken such a break but all that mum guilt vanished as I was there for them. Mainly taxi servicing, washing, cooking, housing other children and re-stocking the fridge. Oh, the re-stocking of the fridge. Boy, do kids on summer holidays eat! But do you know what? The break was good. I felt less selfish. Not that I’m saying blogging is selfish but when I’m constantly writing and looking at a screen I’m not really being the best parent and, as the days are numbered that my teens are actually going to be home during the summer break, it was a good time to stop for a while.
However, this post isn’t about my summer break. I just felt the need to explain my absence from you lovely bunch! This post is about the power of the bikini. So, more one for the girls amongst my readers. Though the men may have something to say on the matter too!
So, here’s the thing, would you ever answer the door to the delivery guy in your underwear? Even if he was fit? I’m joking! You know what I mean! Would you? Hey, would you answer the door to anyone in your underwear? I’m guessing the brave amongst you may say yes but I’m reckoning the majority of you would say “Hell, no!” And, I’m so with you! The doorbell rings and I’ll frantically grab at any available item of clothing to cover up. That suggests a scene that I spend my days sitting around in my underwear. I don’t. I’m talking about the fact that nine times out of ten that damn bell goes just as I’ve stepped out of the shower!
Oh, and don’t get me started on the teens’ obsession with face-time and the innocent popping into their rooms to grab a top or the hair dryer and their friends see me in my underwear. The humiliation. Oh, and that time the window cleaner appeared at the bedroom window! No, I am not comfortable with strangers or even not strangers seeing me in my bra and knickers.
However, transport that very same girl to a sunny climate, pop her in a bikini and, well quite frankly, voile, ta-dah, woohoo! Hello strangers, look at me in a bikini! Person over there who I’ve never met before “Hi!” Shy girl in her underwear? Who even is she? I’m exaggerating the scene but you get the picture!
This bravery of a bikini is not reserved for just those bikini ready bodies. Which, whilst I’m on the subject, I read a fantastic quote before holiday about how to get a bikini body. Simply buy a bikini and pop it on. Inspired! That was my approach entirely. Oh, along with copious amounts of green tea!
But, here’s the thing. The pressure for any dedication to obtaining whatever is a bikini ready body vanishes more rapidly than you can answer yes to “Rosé darling?” So, quite why we go to the lengths to obtain such perfection is beyond me. Twenty-four hours is what it took to undo any good work I may have attempted! And then with all that Rosé, I stopped caring anyway! Aha, that’s probably why the bikini confidence appears. The answer is Rosé!
Jesting aside though, the brazen power of bikini confidence versus underwear baffles me. Now, must dash, the doorbell has just gone … just saying!