pools, mermaids and act-of-God swimsuits


When I was growing up, a swimming pool was a very alluring and coveted item.  There was a house several blocks away from ours that had an in-ground pool, and when I would walk past, I could hear laughter and happiness rising up and spilling over the top of the fence.  The fence had tiny spaces between the slats, and my big brother and I would look longingly through the gaps and imagine how wonderful our lives would be if only we had a swimming pool.  Convincing our parents was an argument we never won.

I was putting out a row of ‘pool’ glassybaby in our Madrona store last week and it’s gorgeous blue color got me thinking about pools, mermaids and act-of-God swimsuits.

I take a water aerobics class at a local health club.  On Friday mornings, our class is followed by toddler swimming lessons.  It is always fun to see the future swimmers come out of the dressing rooms and parade past us on the way to the shallow end.  Last week there was a boy with a superman swimsuit, a cape, a facemask, snorkel, water wings and flippers.  I don’t know how he managed to walk with all that gear on, let alone swim!

Next came two four-year-old girls, arm in arm.  One had on sunglasses, even though it was an indoor pool (a slave to glamour despite her young age.)  These two were so proud of their swimsuits. They were both one-piece suits; one had a lovely tutu that bounced as the little girl pranced along the pool deck.  When the duo walked passed, you could plainly see that one of the girls’ suits had taken a dangerous turn northward in a most critical area.  She was completely oblivious to her wardrobe malfunction and wasn’t the least bit self-conscious of her slightly rounded belly, or exposed backside; she was just thrilled to be at the pool in what she believed was a stunning outfit.  When they got close to where I was standing, I told them, “You two look like little mermaids!”  They giggled and smiled from ear to ear.  Their unbridled enthusiasm was infectious.

I couldn’t help but compare their enthusiasm for their swim attire to my reluctance at the thought of being seen in public in a swimsuit.  Few things in life are more fear inducing!  Which brings me to those act-of-God swimsuits.  Have you seen them?  If you are in the market for a one-piece suit that actually covers critical areas your body, you’ve no doubt seen these suits that promise to instantly make you look ten pounds lighter.  The first time I tried one on, I thought the act-of-God was getting INTO the suit.  As it turns out, an act-of-God is actually what it takes to get OUT of the suit once it is wet!   After much struggle and an almost dislocated shoulder, I came to the realization that the act-of-God swimsuit is probably not intended to get wet!

I hope the waning days of your summer are filled with unbridled enthusiasm…and if you don’t have a swimming pool, or an act-of-God swimsuit, you can always light a ‘pool’ glassybaby. (No dislocated shoulder or act-of-God required.)  These handmade votives make a lovely end of summer gift for a friend or for yourself.

Until next time,