Friday, June 4, 2010

bathing suit remediation

I would like to be able to throw on a swimsuit and go to the damn beach without feeling like I'm parading around in my underwear.  I'm not ordinarily an especially modest person but I feel very exposed in a bathing suit.  I think my entire family would appreciate it if the car ride to and from the beach could be spent discussing something other than sexism and the male gaze.  I also think I shouldn't have to confront all my body image issues every time I want to go swimming.  It kind of kills the fun.  And yes yes yes, I know I should be proud and confident and all that, which I kind of am when I'm not expected to appear publicly in my underpants, you know?
I should probably just get myself to the store and buy one of those suits that has trunks instead of a bikini bottom.  Instead I made this swim skirt out of half a yard of tricot and some fold over elastic.  Combined with a camisole-style bathing suit top I already have, this ought to keep me fairly well covered.  We'll see how it works.  I suspect that once I hit the water it will float up around my torso, but I can live with that. 
I love that fold over elastic is the answer to so many garment construction challenges:  waistbands, necklines, gathering and pretty much all aspects of diaper making.  A few months ago I bought a few yards in a bunch of colors and it's served me well.

4 comments:

Theresa said...

vot is ziss fold over elastic???

Tammie said...

ive always wanted to use FOE. is it fairly easy to work with?

god i hate swimsuits. hate them. and why dont men care? i mean there are some fat disgusting men parading around on the beach as if they are Clooney. What is up with that?!

Karen said...

FOE is a binding made of elastic. It's what I used on the waistband of the skirt here. It's kind of like bias tape, but made out of elastic. I got mine at www.sewzannes.com.

Tammie, I'm so with you on the clooney thing.

Kira said...

Oh the delight. You have no idea how happy I am that I am not alone in pontificating on the male gaze whenever someone brings up bikinis or dares to comment on the fact that all of my swimsuits involve both shorts and tank tops.

Weirdly, now that I am rocking a grossly lumpen pregnant body, I have a halter top/bikini bottom swimsuit that has already gotten more mileage than any other suit I've ever worn, and am strangely comfortable in it, cellulite and bad shaving job be damned. It's like I'm just biding my time until I can be the fantastic old hag wearing a little tube top binding the lower 1/4 of my breasts to my waist and exposing quantities of grey pubic hair while strutting around with pride. I think I sorta dig the Southern male toplessness epidemic for the same reason, though it horrifies my husband.