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As I reading from other bloggers and learning how to run a blog I have come across all sorts of blogging games or group activities. A blogger picks a theme and then others write up a post to fit the theme and then copy and paste their post into the comments of the original blogger’s theme post. Well, that is my understanding of it anyway. It’s a chance to link up with other bloggers. I can see that there are a lot of very different styles and genre of blogs, and after a blogging blooper I made yesterday, I probably need to be careful which group blogging games I join in with.
So far the themes that have inspired me have been related to colour. yesterday I tried out a noir theme, tomorrow I have a rather blue fantasy fiction post ready to be published. Today I am taking part in a yellow theme.
My first thought on the theme of yellow was itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini, which gives me the chance to talk about bikini bloopers.
I am going to confess I do not get on with bikinis at all. I could fill this blog with all the embarrassing bikini stories I have, occasions when I ended up exposing more of myself than I intended. I think that being top-heavy can make flimsy bikini tops pretty pathetic.
Did I just call myself top-heavy? Wow! I never thought I would dis myself like that! I am proud of my beauties. I have gorgeous large round breasts with tiny little nipples, that are pale normally, but my boyfriend likes to turn raspberry pink. Top-heavy is no way to describe a woman’s alluring bosom. But back to my point – bikinis are a nightmare!
The only way I can wear a bikini is if I just stay laid out on a sunlounger all afternoon while my boyfriend fetches drinks and snacks, and volunteers to regularly apply sunscreen. If I do venture into the pool, I have to gracefully slip into the water, via steps or a ladder. Diving and jumping into the water whilst wearing a bikini are a no no – as I can confirm from the many times I forgot that and ended up in a panic.
On one occasion when I jumped into the sea from a boat we were relaxing on, I lost my bikini top, and nearly drowned in my frantic efforts to find it before it sank to the bottom of the seabed.
The other thing is that if I do walk around in a bikini, people stare, I mean really stare. Although I love the attention from the man I am in a relationship with, I don’t like being ogled at. So, I stopped wearing bikinis long ago (except in the privacy of our garden). I wear an unflattering one-piece swimsuit, and if I am walking around the pool I always cover up with a floaty scarf or sarong.