I've been running around looking all gypsy-like the past few days.
I have my long black flowy skirt that
Mike got me for our anniversary last year, my hair back from my face, and an assortment of skimpier than usual tank tops to show my pasty white tummy. Today, I gave up on shirts completely, and dug out the top to one of the many bikinis I own and never actually wear. It's denim-like, and the cleavage from the front is great, although I'm not too pleased with the side view. It acts as a minimizer, which isn't something I really need. My boobies would look as big as they are, if only I didn't have such large ribs. Whatever. I look cute today, if a bit sweaty.
Maybe this summer, I can get an actual tan (rather than last year's sun-poisoning fiasco). I spend what seems to me to be a lot of time in the sun, during the right hours, I never manage to remember sunscreen (if I even have the stuff), and yet I never seem to get much color. Even if I manage to get a couple of shades darker in one day (like I did on Sunday), even if it burns (like it did on Sunday), it always fades to something stupidly light within two days (who remembers "tan by Tuesday" from last year? this is what I meant).
I like that everyone in my house hangs out on the porch now.