Baffling Bikinis

I just MUST record this occurrence of either severe baby brain or a creepy ghost.

On Friday, it was my best friend’s birthday. Usually I spend my January’s working out on farms in the middle of nowhere, or over in Queensland with my Aunt gaining work experience. This year, I was still in Perth when the 11th came around, and I was determined to spend the day with my friend. She had the day off work, and being summer we both wanted to go swimming at the beach and catch some sunlight. I was pumped.

I was also pregnant, which meant that none of my bikini tops fit anymore, and no way was I getting in a one piece. So on Boxing Day I made sure to get a pretty new bikini top on special from Bra’s N Things for just $30 (I also had a $20 gift voucher, so it was a bargain for me). There was a thrill about filling out a bigger cup size (there are some perks to being pregnant after all) and the bikini top was actually really nice. I liked that it had a clip for around your chest (so no knots or ties came undone in the waves). It did have a tie up strap for around your neck, but the cups were sturdy enough that if that was undone there was still no flashing and everything important was covered. It was a good, sturdy bikini, and looked nice as a bonus.

Then days passed and things happened and it was suddenly the night before Friday. I went to get the bikini out of it’s Bras N Things bag. I’d seen it sitting near my suitcase (still not unpacked from my Christmas at Grandma’s) so didn’t really bother looking for it until just then. Of course, it was nowhere to be found. I searched all around the suitcase, emptied it three times (and my partner emptied it himself as well) and went through all the washing baskets nearby and all the hampers and every single nook and cranny everywhere (we even went in the office that we hadn’t used since before Christmas). It was gone.

Devastated and very angry with myself (SUPER angry, I’m assuming it was partially hormones), I finally gave up and went to bed. The next morning, I ended up at H&M trying on all the bather tops (there was limited sizes, probably as swimwear is now going out of stock) and frantically trying to find one to fit. I ended up finding two that I liked…

One was $10 and a light purple but seemed a little flimsy for the beach (I could imagine the ties coming undone) and wasn’t something I usually could pull off. I was hesitant on it, but the price was too good to pass up. The other was black with a floral pattern across it and frills along the bottom. It was nice and fit well. It also had a clip at the back and felt sturdier for the beach. But it wasn’t on special and was $28, so I was hesitant on that one as well.

My partner ended up buying both for me, which is lovely. I wore the purple one to the beach (since we were mostly out of the water and the waves/tides weren’t too rough). I also got super sunburnt (it was really windy and I only had spray on sunscreen, so I have some interesting patterns of red across me where the spray has and hasn’t worked). It didn’t feel that hot, in fact it almost felt cold (I had goosebumps) but I checked the UV then rushed to get on sunscreen. We’d been standing there for like five minutes preparing ourselves and unprotected in the sun, we wouldn’t have had we known how strong the radiation was.

UV 14.2!!!

That is very instant burn in my case (I’m fair skinned and of Scottish decent on my dad’s side). We didn’t feel the burn until after though, and whilst we were at the beach it was good fun. The water was amazing and refreshing and the waves were nice and small (we usually like large waves to battle with but today was a nice respite). All in all, it was well worth it.

But today, Sunday, long after the search for the missing bikini, my partner walks in and says, “Did you find your bathers, babe?”

My response is “no?”, to which he holds up my missing bikini’s. It was just sitting on top of the suitcase we both thoroughly searched and went through a MILLION times. I’d gone through it since trying to find clothes to wear. This morning I even went through every item in it and sorted through it all trying to decide what I was and wasn’t taking to Queensland tomorrow. Luke had even emptied the basket beside it onto the bed earlier, and the basket had since been used to hang out washing.

Yet apparently the Bras N Things bag we’d searched high and low for was just sitting right on top of the suitcase in the bag, plain as day.

I’m going to end this abruptly right here because I honestly don’t know what more to say, other than I’m thoroughly creeped out and very confused.

P.S. I was looking through H&M and stumbled across a bikini top that looks identical to my Bras N Things bikini top that went missing. And no, I didn’t just forget where I bought it from, because the tag is a Bras N Things tag, I have the receipt, and the bathers are Blue Ruby by Bras N Things.

So this bikini got creepier, now they are jumping across stores as well and haunting me from every location! If you want to see the creepy things at H&M, click here.