The art of shopping - Today: The Bikini
So, today was the day, the day I went to buy a new bikini (my favourite oldish one was looking 'Tired' (quotation Boyfriend).
The topic of bikini-shopping is mentioned every spring in every female magazin in every country of this world, so I guess even the slowest person on earth meanwhile got it: We do not like bikini shopping! The greenish colour of our teint (particularely in H&M cabines), the uglyness a knee can reach, the odd bruise on our thigh (Fete de la Musique?), and of course the fact that the sizes written in the bikini never correlate with our real body size (Which Macho / bulimish Supermodel is sitting in the bikini factory and puts big-size-tags in little bikinis to make us feel bad?).
Anyway, I can't hear that wailing any more myself, neither the unhelpfull tips every magazin gives you on how to overcome the bikini-shopping-horror (take your time, buy in expensive shops with big cabines, take the bikini home and try there, blahblahblah), so here is the one and only working bikini-buy-advice: Drink Champagne!
Two glasses will make you just tipsy enough to overlook your little flaws but not drunk enough to buy a model which will convert you into a species dragged back into the water by Greenpeace.
So done, I found a dreammodel, it suits me and I look good in it. Of course there will be no picture here of me with the bikini, let's not get carried away, but look at these nice shoes which where just in my way while strolling home. And yes, that is one of the side-effects of the pre-shopping Champagne, the over-consuming.
Next week: How to return objects I bought while on a champagne-high...
