Togs can be the most terrifying things! Firstly, there's the terror of being able to buy some that you feel comfortable enough to wear in public. They look harmless and workable enough on the rack. However you head for the harshly lit changing room to struggle and stretch and smooth them onto yourself and you quickly realise they were just as terrifying as you thought they might be! And 'NO - they are just not the one'. You rush to get them OFF as quickly as possible before the store attendant's cherry voice alerts you to a possible invasion of your more private of privacy-s!!!!After finally purchasing something that 'could work' / you think you can manage to step out in public in and not feel too self conscious.... well reasonably sure you won't spill out anywhere at least. You head on down to the public pools to do your swimming for exercise' routine. Swimming IS great, low impact exercise for those of us more mature women who want to keep fit! But you do need to wear togs!
Then, just when you are starting to feel comfortable and relaxed in your swimwear - the terrifying togs suddenly become comfortable and relaxed as well!!!! The Lycra gives way, due to over exposure to chlorine and that now familiar pair of togs is no longer holding you firm - ESPECIALLY once they are wet! All looked well and good in the changing room as you gave a quick glance in the mirror on the way out into the public eye. Alas, as you emerge from the pool, via the steps and you realise that your togs are now gravitationally challenged. They lag behind you and sag in a most unattractive fashion around your mid regions! Blow - that means I am going to have to go through the whole tog buying routine all over again!
Oh the terror of togs! I still remember the feel of the togs I am wearing in that photo when I was nearly 3 yrs old. They were a sturdy, stiff-ish cotton drill (before the days of Lycra) with perky ruffles and rows of shearing elastic to make them firm around the torso. They were red and white. The wee chap (yes that's a boy) beside me is niftily clad in rompers which was quite acceptable for boys back in the days. S i g h, oh if only wearing togs were that simply solved these days......
Well Sharon guess what today was the day for me and you are so true. One thing I did learn tho was that you naver wash your chlorine filled togs in warm water it must be cold water as it does terrifying things to them.as I found out. Hence the visit to the half price sale at postie.God Bless Gael
ReplyDeleteDig the rompers, and your togs as well! Yep, I dunno how tiny you have to be to feel good looking at yourself in togs in a shop changing room. Possibly no enjoys it overmuch. Thankfully natural light is much kinder. And it's awesome to get to that point where you value living life more than preserving unrealistic ideals about what we should look like. You look so fab though Ma xErica
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment Gael!I managed a bargain from the warehouse - a 'sporty' number quite suitable for exercise BUT I haven't actually worn them yet!!!!Glad you are back into swimming again - good on you!
ReplyDeleteErica you are quite right my darling - being comfortable in your own skin is pretty important!
Ha ha I had such a good laugh at the saggy tog look. Its the "things are all good till the togs are wet and then become see through", that terrifys me. Ive long given up on the togs thing, Im not half as brave as you. I now have a pair of board shorts and a lycra top made specially for those I feel who dont have the courage.
ReplyDeleteThe 'see through' look is a killer - especially as you don't often see yourself from the back view, then you catch a glimpse in a mirror and wonder how many months its looked like that! Stick to wet suits I say
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