Gams of snowy-white

So I think that all dressing rooms should have a sign that says "Warning: your legs have not seen the light of day in six months. Do not stare directly at them without the proper precautionary eyeware." The first bathing-suit-trying-on session of the season is always a little bit of a shocker. You're still at your hibernation weight, not as careful with the razor, and as pale as an uncooked chicken leg. And standing there in my black socks, every bathing suit somehow reminds me of my grandfather.

Needless to say, a suit did not get purchased today.

Oola bought three.