You are perfection itself.
Designed by Malia Mills, whose swimsuits typically run for hundreds of dollars, you just happened to be part of a special refined casual line Malie created for the affordable Martin + Osa. As if that wasn't too good to be true, you were on sale. I was incredibly lucky to snap you up. Our love affair began the first time I tried you on. You were a mix of fabrics that made me feel amazing and look about as good as I can possibly look in a swimsuit, except better. That one time I wore you was the most comfortable and relaxed swimsuit experience of my life. In fact I think it's my first public swimsuit experience in about six years. I still remember how odd it felt that I loved being in a bathing suit.
So I don't want you to take it personally. The thing is, before I had kids, I didn't understand it myself. If, say, a certain three year old had gotten into the glitter stash and dumped glitter all over his bed, his room, the bathroom, and the kitchen table, I would have listened politely as his mom moaned about spending hours vacuuming, wiping, shaking sheets, pillowcases and duvets over an apartment building balcony like they did in the 30s before rinsing out all linens and children involved in the disaster, only to find the glitter was still all over her house, including her tupperware and her toilet paper and her teeth. All the while I would have wondered privately why she didn't just put her glitter in a safer place. Probably everyone else who is not a mom of three year olds currently, or was a mom to a three year old within the past couple years before the amnesia sets in, would have wondered right along with me. Most of those not included in this category would have nodded in sympathy.
And, while we're making confessions, I should also mention my cell phone has been in my physical possession only four days in the past sixty, and my day planner/wallet is flattened because it got run over a couple times after I left it on top of my van and then drove away. A sharp turn on Sepulveda and Santa Monica left it for roadkill. Miraculously, my angels saw fit to have a very kind, complete stranger rescue it at great peril to his life and get in touch with me by calling the phone number on the last scrap of paper in there, which happened to be to the physical therapy office I frequent. Even more miraculously, everything important in there remained intact. Hundreds of other items are being pulled away by that special force that is turning my life upside down right now, including earrings, toothbrushes, necklaces, one of the diamonds in my brand new replacement-wedding-ring...
The weird thing is that somehow, in the past couple months, all the things that I really need are still here. My children, my health, my husband, my ATM cards, but anything that is one step removed seems to be fair game. So I wasn't surprised that you completely disappeared one day. I have my theories... but honestly there is no clear answer to what happened to you. Despite the fact that I turned every nook and cranny in my home upside down looking for you, it's been weeks and I know in my heart that you have left me, taken by the force that makes my crazy.
So wherever you are, I just want you to know that I still think about you every day. I miss you. Ours was a match made in heaven, and a separation from more than just little hands or my own forgetfulness; it's my own personal Bermuda Triangle.
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I once lost a swimsuit. I didn't love it as much as you loved yours, but I did like it a lot. I think I threw it away in a hotel. We were on a road trip and since it was wet from a previous hotel's swimming pool I put it in a plastic grocery bag and tied it. When we got to the next hotel and cleaned out the car I guess I must've chucked it out with the other trash.
If anyone gets this post, IT'S ME! I have always had a "triangle", but three kids later I live there full time. Sorry about the loss of your beloved friend.
Loved reading through your posts Melissa - TOTALLY relate the Bermuda Triangle thing. I remember a year ago we lost our remote. It was just GONE. We searched everywhere and just couldn't find it. About a month later Oliver was just casually walking around with it in his hand. They hide things you know. I wonder what else he has in his stash.
LOVE you Melissa Puente. Heartily laughed aloud while reading this post. Simply hilarious.
ok this is me now (Linds) I was just signed in as you, but now I'm me. I just reminisced for a second about lost swim suits and I seem to remember there was a good story about how your burnt orange swimsuit got lost at echo lake one year.
What's a swimsuit? You will find another one and on sale. But a quilt!! I had just about finished the blocks of a beautiful garden quilt - pretty complicated. I was away from home. Shaun & Emily came to stay. When Grandpa phoned me they were here I distinctly told him to put all the blocks away. When the guests left I eventually decided to resume working on the quilt. I hunted every nook & cranny in the house. Grandpa had put all the blocks in a plastic grocery bag. Someone must have thrown them out. I ALWAYS check a bag - but who knows? I cried so hard- three years of work gone down the drain. I finally came to my senses - it was only a quilt. I can make another -or can I? But no matter grandpa & I still have each other so it was not such a loss. But o-h-h, I miss that quilt.
Love you
Grannie
Hang in there Melissa. Did I ever tell you of the time when the boys lost my engagement ring?
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