swimsuit complex.

it happens every year. i carefully peruse page after page of catalogs, websites, and scour racks for swimsuits as soon as the first warm day comes around. and, every year, as soon as i make a decision, and a bit of a splurge, on the suit that tickles my fancy the most, some other little numbers creep in and are all like "hey! excuse me! what about me?" then i huff and puff and wring my hands until i can't stand it anymore. i'm definitely not monogamous when it comes to swimsuits.

i'm DYING over this cute modcloth suit that's straight out of a 1960's surf movie. my fingers are literally itching to push the "add to cart" button. ugh. so cute. just look at it:

and then i start daydreaming about how this one will look on me (and try to convince myself that no matter how cute it is, i will inevitably end up with some weird tan lines):

unfortunately, i have discovered that one pieces don't suit short torso-ed gals like myself, so this little number just goes right out the window (and also, $198??! eeeeesssshhhhhhhh....):

i just will have to settle for this j. crew baby that is on its way to me already:

which is a good thing, for us of little disposable income. actually, i think i might give the ups man a hug when he drops it off this week.